Damn it was hard not go over to her and hug her and feel her. I was in love with my own mom, and I liked it, no matter what anyone said, ever.At night...I relived being in the fort with her and us making out. I would get these big hardons that would go away until I wanked. That part was so great, but the waiting was awful. In school I had to be so careful not to get a hardon, and get teased. It wasn’t easy. I could wank real fast if I had to, in the boys restroom stall. Walking home I went behind. I'm sorry... but... I'm a girl."I hung my head and stared at the bedsheets.Dad looked blankly at Mom. "Do you have any idea what he's talking about?"I started crying silently. Mom nodded at Dad, and said "Let's go downstairsand talk. I think Billy needs some rest." She helped me back to a comfortableposition and told me "Now you go to sleep and everything will look better inthe morning."She and Dad quietly went out into the hall and turned out the light. I know Iwas supposed to sleep, but I. He reached over her right hip and began stroking the length of her wet pussy with his middle finger as Pam stoked his cock with her right and rubbed and pulled at her clit with her left. I saw Ryan's right knee come between Pam's legs as he caused them to spread, clearly exposing her dripping pussy to me. Pam's shoulder-length hair had come over her face which she pushed back to meet Ryan's in a very wet kiss. My hand was pumping as fast as possible without getting caught. Ryan's mouth covered. " For the next few minutesI hear the girls moving back and forth across the room. Whenever one of thegirls would walk by the bed they would give the nipple clamps a nice pull,causing my nipples to throb. Finally they were done, and they removed the blanketfrom over my head. The girls were definitely dressed to kill. Alison was wearinga white blouse that showed a lot of cleavage, and a matching white pleatedskirt that came to about mid thigh. Not quite as short as a cheerleading skirt,but it was.