“Damn,” I think as I drink in the site of him, reclined against the pillows, “God, he is so sexy.” My eyes travel down his chest, following th... line of hair that gets thicker, my gaze moving down his happy trail, my eyes landing on his treasure; his hard cock that he now has in his hand. I crawl onto the bed, still in my panties and take his cock in my hand, lowering my mouth over it. I have wanted this cock in my mouth ever since the first time I had seen it. I could not wait to taste it, feel. As Mom got closer, her movements became more erratic and her pussy sometimes jerked away from my probing fingers, but only briefly. She seemed to love the reconnection so much that I started drawing my fingers back as she strained for reunion, teasing her with just a pat before she just had to find the baton again. Thrusting onto the baton and then back for a quick pat, then two, quickly in a row. Soon, Mom was grinding on the baton, never leaving it. She was near, very near. I patted her. My daddy usually gets me what Iwant. Do you get the picture luv? And finally," she said in a nicer tone,"no one else needs to know sweetie. Just wear trousers until your hairgrows back, if you decide to let it grow back. Who knows, you might likethe way it feels to be smooth. Now be a good girl and let us shave yourlegs," she cooed, her voice soothing and reassuring.Notwithstanding her threatening tone, Regina Rae's logic was unassailable.No one besides these three women needed to know anything. We talked about how my holidays weren't goingexactly as expected, but having her next to me was making me forget theabsence of my friends."Imagine if those tits grew when your friends were around!" she said,pointing at my chest."They're not tits!" I said, laughing."Yeah, sure!" she said, rolling her eyes.We went on drinking for the whole evening and after the fourth cocktailwe ended up on the massage bed again. She was lying facing up and I wassitting on her crotch. With her hands, she was.