I leaned against the wall next to the closed door, listening intently. Shortly after, I heard a faint metallic buzzing sound and my mother moaning louder and louder, thinking herself unheard in her room. I could easily follow along with the climax of my mother's pleasure, and when she came, we came together. I leaned, spent, against the wall, listening to the sounds of their lovemaking, and in those moments I heard Donna's words clearly running through my head -- my mother always gets horny when she drinks, and loves having her pantyhose crotch stroked. I vowed, right then, that I was going to have her myself, no matter what, and I began to plan how I could be the one bringing my mother to an orgasm, how I would make love to her.
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