I had to come up with a plan now. My plan was to take it slow and steady as I had a lot of time.So, I started getting close to my mom during the day t... day activities. I used to spend more time talking with her and usually touched her whenever I had the chance. This worked perfectly. She also started getting more and more close to me. Now we were like close friends.Me and my mom used to sleep in the same bed since my childhood, so we were used to that. Gradually as she became more and more. But, I discovered, while it takes very little energy to read someone, it takes LOTS of energy to share myself with someone. As I finished, I began to stagger, and reached back for the bed. I leaned against it for a second, as I glanced around the room.The other four girls were staring at us with their eyes wide."Oh-oh! Is that the green-eyed monster rearing its head?" I thought, looking at Nicky."I can't believe you showed him your tits!" Jenny squealed."Me either. I was trying to get him to. Not her son, she felt a surge of arousal that faded quickly. She was an attractive woman of 36 with needs….Damn It…..she had to find a boyfriend, her youth was slipping away. She knew she could look good, when she needed to. At the moment she wore a middy blouse, tied beneath her shapely B-cup tits, and a wraparound skirt tied at her slim waist. Like her daughter, she was braless. Kim really didn’t need a bra to hold her firm tits any more than her young daughter did. Her skirt hung open,. I focus and slow my breathing as she whispers words of praise into my ear. "You're doing very well. I'm so very proud of you. Back with me, my beautiful creature?" I nod and feel her tapping the clothespins one after the other. "Time for these to come off. One." She removes the first one and the pain floods the spot where it was as the blood rushes back into the compressed capillaries. "Two. Three. Four..." she counts, releasing some, pulling others off without opening them. When they are all.