She: So, it’s the dress and it’s not me! (She stood up saying this).Me: No, No, it’s you also but the dress makes it more appealing.She: Okay, I...may be drunk but I liked the attention today.Me: Lesser the dress material, the more the attention. (laughing).She: Ohhh really? even though it’s offensive, I will let that pass because you’re too drunk. So what happens, if I remove this top, what type of attention will I get?Me: Aah, I think after that I won’t be able to sit wearing these jeans, it. He smiled and nodded at her saying "now swallow it and I’ll see you later" and he left. Her side She felt the sheet being pulled down across her body and the heat from his body leaning over nearing her pussy. She wasn’t fully awake though, somewhere in that near consciousness moment without a care in the world. She hoped he would slip his tongue into her lips and work his magic on her clit working it into complete submission and release. She gently moved her legs apart pretending to still be. I closed my mouth and eyes and tried to turn away but his grip on me was to firm. Then another shower of cum hit me, splashing my face, then another and another and another, I thought it would never stop. I forced the cum in my mouth out through my tight lips not wanting more to enter, I could feel it running down my chin and dripping off onto my breasts.I felt the grip on my hair loosen and sensed my attacker moving back. Knowing my ordeal was over I wiped his cum from my eyes trying to open. I couldn’t talk my way out of this. Maybe Lucy could do some kind of whammy on Mom’s mind, but then she’d be someone other than the woman I’d grown to love in more ways than one. I couldn’t bear to have something like that happen to her, even if it meant we could never share moments like the one we’d shared in her bedroom. I could feel that Mom had heard the thoughts I’d just been thinking. I sensed comforting yet still upset vibes coming from Mom’s direction. ‘I guess we better have a meeting.