I said to Betty"it looks like you needed that" and she giggled and replied "with the amount of stuff running out of me it looks like you needed it too.... We both started giggling like k**s and Betty grabbed me by the balls and started pulling me behind her as we went upstairs to her bedroom, i of course just followed obediently. Once in the bedroom Betty pulled back the duvet and shoved me roughly onto the bed, she then knelt on the bed between my legs and her head sought out my crotch. Her lips. I dribbled some on my cock, switched out the light and lay there softly rubbing my erection. Soon, the light in Alison's room went dark and I began masturbating in earnest.I could hear the faint hum of her vibrator which seemed to slowly change pitch, maybe as she stroked it in and out, I couldn't tell.Then some low moans reminded me that she would probably like to hear something from my room so I decided to do a bit of moaning myself."Oh, mmm, mmm, good," I heard while I took long, slow. "Nobody said anything. Mel grinned."But for you two, I'll make it fifty for thirty in the Thunderbird Motel."And its dirty sheets. And their dismal, disgusted looks.Kayla stepped away from me. "Oh Amber, why?"Tyler shook his head. "This is too fucked up for words."Mel stepped over and took my hand. "Whaddaya say? No? Alright then, amscray, you're blocking paying customers." Amber, you don't have to do this," Kayla said. "She can't make you." Ha! Turns out I can. Come on, Amber, let's head down. " I thought this over and decided to be totally honest, "I have been worried that if I met another guy, he would eventually hurt me as your father had. That is why I don't date."My son nodded again before continuing, "How do you know you're 'passionate' mom?"This line of questioning was more than frustrating to me - it was questions that I often feared to ask myself, echoing hurt-filled comments that my husband threw at me years back. So my response had a little less thought than I intended, "I.