Moms fucking with their sons

We spent a lot of time with Ron and Timmy, and even got to spend some time in Ron's lab, something we hadn't done for months. If Ron had any inkling of our sexual encounter with Timmy, she gave no sign, and that made me feel guilty about the whole thing. Why, I don't know to this day. But at that time I was pretty into feeling guilty about just about everything, justified or not. Kelly and I made sure we weren't too busy that week to have some pretty intense love making sessions. It seemed the older we got, the more insatiable our sex appetite. (Yah, OLDER! Kelly had just turned 16 and I was almost 17! Real old, right?) Graduation day arrived the following Saturday, ready or not. Kelly and I woke up early, about 6 AM. I will never forget the look on her face as I opened my eyes and was treated to her intoxicating grin as she watched me sleep. "I love you, graduate!" she whispered. That was too much! I threw my arms around her and held her as if someone was trying to tear her away from me. I was happy and excited, but at the same time I was afraid! Afraid of what I don't know; but I was absolutely terrified, and nothing but the touch and feel of Kelly close to me could allay those fears. I have often thought since that day how incredibly fortunate I was during that time to have Kelly, my love, my companion, my life really, so close to me. "What, Charlie?" she asked, "What's wrong?" "Nothing's wrong, Kelly," I answered as I held her even more tightly, "I'm just so glad we're together! I love you so much.