homemade bi videos
" Well that’s it for now, Mom. I gotta go, Grandma is calling me. Bye!"
Robbie hanged up the phone. Grace sat there for a while, then with a great effort, she stood up and head for the bathroom. She has to take a shower and get dress. She has to go shopping and buy the sexy nightgown Greg ordered her to wear. " I must not forget that I'm not to wear any bra and panty...."
Sandra Jacobs had been president of the Jackson Valley High School Parent-Teacher Association for a full year now. She was 36 years old but was often mistaken for her 17-year-old son’s older sister. She was sexy, about 5 ’ 7" and 145 lbs. Beautiful, tight 36C breasts bounced slightly when she walked. They were perfect. While her son, Aaron, was embarrassed that his mother had a boob job, she liked looking hot, and always felt flattered by all the attention her son’s high school friends paid her. She was the fantasy in more wet dreams than she could have imagined. She had pearl white skin contrasted by her dark red hair, which usually hung straight down her shoulders and back, where it reached her bra-strap.
She had just finished organizing the end of the year parent/student/teacher social. At this annual event, parents, teachers, and students all came together to laugh and talk about the year. Traditionally, parents and teachers left after about two hours, and the students partied until late. It was held at the local marina clubhouse.
Sandra was picking out what to wear for the event. As it was a hot summer day, she decided on a white cotton blouse which she tied at the waist. She didn’t think it was too risqué: it only showed a little of her voluminous cleavage, and was tied low enough that it showed very little skin. However, it hugged her sexy curves. She was a woman, after all! Her black lace bra could not be seen through the blouse. She pulled on a pair of tight khaki shorts over matching black lacy panties. She never knew when her husband, Rick, was going to want to make love, and she liked to be ready. Her sex drive was high enough that just the sight of his rod gave her that tightening sensation in her loins that she craved. He’d be home right about the time she got back from the party. Her son would be gone… She felt her groin begin to throb. " No, I can’t think about that now. Wait until tonight," she thought. She painted lip gloss onto her round, full lips, tied on white sandals that laced up her ankles, and walked out into the living room, where her son Aaron was waiting.
" Mom!" he exclaimed. " You can’ t go like that!"
" Like what, son?" she replied.
" You can see your, your—you can see through that!" She turned and looked through the hall mirror. Her nipples were clearly protruding from under her shirt a bit. There was really nothing she could do about it, and she knew that it would attract the boys’ attention at the party.
" What do you want me to do, Aaron? Put on a sweater? Its 90 degrees outside! Get in the car!"
" No. I’m not going with you looking like that."
" Fine, suit yourself." She went out to the garage and got in the car. When she got to the party, she saw that it was already in full swing. The marina staff was tending bar (for adults only, of course), and the kids were talking and laughing. She got a drink, sat, and began to talk to a group of faculty. One of Aaron’s friends noticed she had arrived and clued in the other boys he was sitting with. They admired her long, smooth legs, creamy thighs, and sexy round rump. One mentioned that you could bounce a quarter off of a butt that tight. Others wish she had worn a miniskirt so they might have caught a glimpse of what lay beyond. One boy, Jeff, decided that tonight, maybe they’d see all of what lay beyond.
The parents and teachers were starting to leave. Sandra was a little worried, as she was not in good condition to drive. Just a little tipsy, but still too much alcohol to drive a car. While she was thinking about what to do, Jeff tapped her on the shoulder.
" Mrs. Jacobs, I was talking to the other guys, and we’d all like for you to stay a while. We really didn’t get much of a chance to talk to you yet, and you’re already going."
Sandra thought this would be a great way to sober up a little before going home. She smiled. Jeff’s eyes roamed over her hot, smiling, glossed lips, down to her cleavage that hinted the promise of those gorgeous breasts and pert nipples that Jeff vowed to have in his mouth that night.
She followed him back over to a table he was sitting at as the rest of the faculty and parents departed. Someone handed her a drink. The alcohol had made her thirsty, and she drank down the juice without noticing the rum in it. She had already had a few and wasn’t tasting the alcohol like she should have been. She had no idea that the boys had brought their own supply for after the parents left. Jeff, Joe, and Sean were sitting around her. She was on a cafeteria bench between Joe and Sean, across from Jeff. Joe began to talk to her, and as she turned her head to listen, Sean leaned in and smelled her shoulder. Her body spray (Tranquil Breezes, from Victoria’s Secret) wafted toward him and his cock began to throb. He too knew he needed to have her. And the thought of having someone’s mom turned him on. He began to fantasize about entering this woman, about giving her his sperm. He looked at Jeff, and they made a connection. Jeff handed Sandra another drink. She took it readily.
By now, Sandra could feel herself getting more and more intoxicated. She hadn’t realized those drinks before were so strong! It was a good thing she hadn’t driven! She was starting to flirt with these guys. It was nice to know that guys this age were still hot for her. They flirted back. She made a joke and when Sean laughed, he hugged her from the side. When he finished laughing, he left his arm there, slowly caressing her back. She didn’t seem to notice.
Jeff could tell that Sandra was very sloshed now. He handed her a glass of straight 151 rum, and asked her if she would have a drink with them.
She looked down at the glass. " Drink? You boys shouldn’t have alcohol here! What are you doing?"
" Oh, come on Mrs. Jacobs. Every class does this. Didn’t you when you graduated here?"
" Well, yes, but…well, one drink."
The boys cheered. They all downed their Cokes as she drank an ounce of 151 proof rum.
" Aw, you have to finish it!" Sean cajoled.
" Yeah, finish it!" the others cheered. She smiled and knocked back another ounce. " Mrs. Jacobs, the party is moving down to a beach close to here. Why don’t you come with us? Jeff asked. The others knew what was happening.