I should say, I spied her. I’ve always had a thing for redheads and my god was she a specimen. Hair the color of the sun the morning before a storm,...skin like milk and tits that looked like they could feed an army of starving c***dren. Best of all, she was sitting in a just-above-her-knees floral print dress that could be mistaken for modest but showed off her plentiful assets, smiling unabashedly as she read. This, gentlemen (and I use the term ironically), is a dream girl.I rode my 250cc. She nodded in agreement and I put my hand onher knee. I said that my left hand would like to feel the material ofher skirt and then reach the lacy material of a sexy petty slip and Iasked her if she was wearing one. She nodded and informed me that itreally was lacy and if I thought her socks were sexy, I'd love to seethe pretty lace on her slip. "Please go on, James. Where would your lefthand go next?" she asked. She was sitting pretty close but she leanedover a little closer like she was. ..I turn you on then do I?" I was lost for words and just replied blunty "yes jessica." I was in too much shock to react. "awh, and is your erection for me?" My face was bright red and I was dreamy staring at her eyes and she did the same. "it is jessica." I was so love struck, never have I felt so aroused. Jessica then said something I wish I could have heard in real life, she giggles and says "take my hand." I took her hand and let her lead the way.All I had my eyes on was Jessicas ass in. “Please mom don’t tell dad. I won’t do it anymore, I pleaded.“I would like to believe you, but you have not stopped even though I’m in the room,” she said.Without realizing it, I had continued to stroke my cock, and damn I was cumming again and could not stop. For the second time that day my mom saw me cum.“That’s it, I’m talking to your father as soon as he comes home from work,” she said before storming out of my room.After she left, I got dressed and sneaked out of the house. I was scared.