I don’t know who enjoyed this more, Joe or Sunni or me ! Joe took his time doing it and Sunni was savoring every moment. Somehow, my shorts and pant...es were on the floor in front of me. Once she was naked except for her shoes, Sunni ordered Joe to empty and refill both water bowls. Poor guy had a raging, pulsing hard-on and had to waddle to and from the bathroom. Sunni took something small and silver from her purse, but I could not make out what it was. I was naked now, and so was Gina, I. “Are you Steve?” she asked.“Yes I am,” I replied, “can I help you?”“Yes,” she said, “My name is Christine. I’m Belinda’s mother. I think we need to talk.”“Oh shit,” I thought, “now I am in the shit.” “Well, I suppose you had better come inside then,” I said to her, standing back and allowing her to pass by me. I guided Christine into the house and offered her a seat in the lounge opposite from me. I watched her as she sat down. No wonder Belinda had such a complex about her looks, her mother. We saw each other often, sometimes sneaking away into the new construction part and freaking out. I got a call, from Vanessa, there were some girls that had gotten stranded and wanted to know if I would come and ferry them back to campus. The town that they were in was about an hour and half away, I thought about not going, but hearing Vanessa beg I gave in. I reached the town and found the motel, standing outside under the sign was Vanessa and one of her girl friends. They asked if I would. 'what's the harm', if she never found out that I got a gander at her privates. I always wanted to look. I was as curious as the next fellow, about what girls, women, were like down there. No matter how many Playboys I bought, you can't get enough at that age, or ever I guess. Anyway, I lifted the hem and saw the vision of my mother's vagina.It was slightly puffy, with wispy light brown pubic hair. Her legs were parted a bit, and I thought I could make out the deeper area of the slit. Her.