Her mom’s nails were gently scratching her thighs, her panties the only barrier in her mom’s way. Zoe felt the hand touch her panties, like the bl...nk of an eye, it had moved on to her pubic mound. Putting enough pressure on Zoe to start her juices flowing again. Zoe was sure her mom could feel her wetness building in the lace material as she touched Zoe, her finger now tracing the line of her labia through the thin material, the black lace starting to disappear between Zoe’s pussy lips. Zoe. ‘Okay,’ He whispered, his arm came around and rested against my waist, ‘I love you.’ *** Dominic woke with a start, his beautiful girlfriend lay fast asleep next to him, undisturbed by the soft buzzing of his phone. He reached over to his work pants and checked the caller ID. Grecio. Damn. He pulled on a pair of clean boxers and his same pair of work pants before flipping open the phone outside of the bedroom. ‘This better be important,’ he growled into the phone. ‘Your mother,’ Grecio. I saw the snow starting outside my window. It was a short walk.“You got everything?” Maybe I should’ve gone with the gloves and boots, but I slung into a leather jacket and stepped into my sneakers.“Ready to go!” she cheered. I frowned.“Grab your bag,” I told her. “And don’t leave your textbooks.”“I can come back later. No sense lugging around ... OK.” She must’ve seen my need for sleep. That’s the only way I was stern enough to get her to pack up. I offered to carry her bag. Goddammit, I. ” He told her. Moments later she was leaning over ready for her punishment. He ran his hand over her bottom. Her flesh was soft and white; her bottom was perfectly rounded. He wondered how many men had seen her bottom; not just seen but taken time to look and appreciate it. Most men, he knew, were so busy thinking about the sex to take time and enjoy the beauty of the female body. He ran his hand between her thighs and touched her sex. She was wet; very, very wet. “Why am I punishing you?” He.