My head was killing me. I could smell the weed and I was out, so I was hoping, at least, she would let me take a hit or two.She looked up a bit startl...d, surely thinking that our mother had arrived home and had walked in on her smoking. She was slouched in bed, wearing a tight white tank top that clung to her 40 DD sized breasts, and a pair of horizontally striped rainbow panties, that clung to her hips and right against her mound, but no apparent cameltoe. She had her thighs pressed together. She knew he still had a long way to go with his fear and her doctor had praised his latest effort with his struggle. Little did the doctor know that Helen was relying on his fear to drive him to her bed to help her satisfy her lust. She smiled up at the young lad and knew that he would be in her bed in a matter of hours."Aw, mom...I'm tryin', but I still can't help it sometimes. But you help make it better. I just don't want any of the guys at school to know that I still have to get in bed. I want that smell to linger.I climb off the bed and pull a couple more items of interest from my toy box, tucking them in easy reach between the bed and the nightstand but out of Jimmy’s eyeline. I also palm a little clit stimulator. Climbing back on the bed I plump up the pillows and lean back against the headboard, placing my feet well apart and spreading my legs wide, putting everything on display.“Here, Jimmy”I point to the bed maybe 6 inches in front of my vulva.“Yes, Mistress”He murmurs. Amy was just as bad, although her goal remained in her mind. If one were to touch either one of their cunts at that moment, one would discover both to be very very wet. Fifteen minutes after taking that shot, and laughing and joking with (and staring at) Amy, Bonnie fell back on the couch. “Ohhhh I’m so drunk.” She stated, laughing. This was the chance Amy was waiting for, and she took it. She “fell” on top of her older sister, giggling. Her legs were straddling one of Bonnie’s legs, and.