What really stood out in my mind was that as she was cumming while I was talking, she kept mumbling, “Fuck I wish I could have seen that!” She sai... it over and over again, and I felt like she really did want to see this for herself. When we finally calmed down and lay there in each other’s arms, I asked her point blank. “Did you mean it, do you really want to see me fuck your mom?” She was now a bit embarrassed, but admitted she did in fact get excited by the idea of seeing it for herself. So I. I looked in the full length mirror at my slender and well- shaped teenage body thinking that I was now a full-fledged woman and ready to engage in any kinky act that popped into my fertile mind.I noticed the red balloon floating above the bed and I pulled it down to place in front of my pussy mound like some stripper in a gentleman's club in the red-light district. The feel of the slightly giving surface intrigued me and I noticed it slid delightfully in direct contact with my still leaking. " I suppose you're right," she said, but Mike could tell she was not convinced.He gave her a recorder with a microphone to hook onto the earpiece of her mobile, and she promised to use it.Saturday lunchtime there came another call. Mike could hear Claire's voice, by turns patient, angry and resigned. Then she came to see him."I recorded what he said," she said, "I got him to repeat what he said yesterday. He was much less agitated but he said quite calmly that he was going to kill us if I went. I explained to my friends that I had no idea what was going on and was just as surprised as them. Between the next class Hank met me again in the hall way. This time he seemed a lot different and told me in no uncertain terms that I was to meet him in the band room at lunch.After the next class ended, I told my friends I was meeting Hank behind the football field score board and for them to not spy on me. It took a few moments but I finally ducked out of sight and sneaked into the band room. I.