They had hung out with the same group of friends all through high school. Both were good students, and had known early in their Junior year they would...be going to the same state university.Early in their Senior year of high school, Joan and Bill had applied to, and been accepted by the state university several hundred miles from their hometown. Their acceptance was contingent on their high school graduation, of course. As resident college freshmen, they would be away from home and on their own. But our nice story had a very bad temporay ending. Mom busted us. She was very furious... But ok who wouldn't. But my greatest fear was if she would tell it all to dad.But i had a plan. I know i could get things from people with a good talk. I have a very manipulative mind. And so the next day when i was alone with mom. I asked her when she did it for the first time. She was mad. But told me. And i get in on it. We had a talk about sex.I saw she was coming more horny and more and more... And at. I though for amoment. I though I would hold it to help with the anticipation and humiliation.I decided to set a timer for one hour. If no one came in by the end of onehour, I would free myself, dress and go home,?to try it again next Friday night.I was in place, all was as it should be.? I locked the lock. Now I could only wait andlisten to the clicking of the timer. It was so quiet in the store. I wasnervous and cold. I was wishing I had put a blind fold on. If nothing happenstonight, I will. My daughter didn't seem to mind the fact I was looking at her. She seemed to like it because she began to slide her hands over her breasts. I admit I loved watching her. It was such a turn on. She fingered her nipples, she tweaked them and then she spoke, breaking the silence. "Mom, I have a confession." My eyes moved from her breasts reluctantly. "What..is it, sweetheart?" "I don"t want you to get mad because this is hard for me to say but I think...I might be a lesbian, mom." I smiled to my.