I moaned lightly. I could feel that familiar tingling deep in my pussy, I smiled at myself and felt my clit stiffen as I remembered the lady at the ne...s stand who looked me up and down as I approached the counter. She was about my mothers age 42, and a blonde like me. I was wearing my super tight white jean shorts that show of my tight ass and the crease of my cunt. I dropped the book on purpose and turned to pick it up parting my legs to give her a good look at my pussy outlined in the crotch. Panting with the early signs of a spectacular orgasm, Janie pulled herself from the two men and set about arranging the finishing touch. Sitting one man on his back, she squatted over his big cock, pulled her ass cheeks apart and sank down on his throbbing dick, allowing him to fill her ass to the hilt. Then she spread her legs and begged the other man to fuck her pussy. “make me a sandwich, a Janie sandwich,” she said breathlessly, and they did just that, pistoning her sweaty body in unison,. No tiles glowed.With each incorrect letter Deborah felt as if her IQ was dropping, and strangely enough, with every drop, she seemed to drip more and more into her previously dry panties. Deborah considered herself a normal enough girl. She masturbated, not obsessively ... once or twice a month. That was normal, right, but in her current state, she was finding the male scent of Rick, and even Vic, more and more alluring.Rick held up his hand and Vic stopped. Rick guessed, "M?"A tile lit up.. I don't recall who won at tennis that day. What I do recall is the moment of watching her bend over, nude under her robe, and lifting one foot, place it into the leg hole of those white cotton panties. Later, looking at the panty line under her shorts, I thought to myself, "I've *got* to see more of her."We had slowly grown more relaxed around each other. I know that that sounds odd, that a mother and her son would become more relaxed with each other, but that's exactly what happened. I think.