I tell her to drink up all the water so she doesn't get sick. She nods, and I watch her guzzle down every last drop. I smile knowing the bitch is mine... When we get back to her apartment, she is completely fucked up. It's late so no one sees me practically dragging her up the stairs and inside. I dump her on the bed onto her back. I shake her, poke her, pinch her. Nothing. She is completely out.I slowly hike up her skirt, trying to guess what panties she's wearing. It's a black satin-and-lace. I got in bed and put my hand down my pink thong, I rubbed my hairy pussy, it felt so good. I worked my way up to my clit and pinched it a little as I rubbed it. I was so wet; it was great. I felt so good as I came to a small orgasm, I was so horny it only took me about 7 minutes. After that I stretched out on my bed to go to sleep.Two minutes later, since I hadn't fallen asleep yet and I was still somewhat alert, I heard a sneeze. I jumped looking to see who was in my room. I turn on the light,. "Feel better?" She asked."Yeah. Thanks." I said completely satisfied and relaxed. The next morning at breakfast, I was hard again. Mom didn't seen to notice either. I was squirming on the bed."My goodness, Damien. I know teenagers stay horny, but gosh." Mom said looking at the bulge."I'm sorry Mom." I said. She reached down and squeezed it through the covers."Would you like for me to...to suck it?" Mom asked."Mom, why don't you call Nicole and have her come over." I asked. Boy, that was the. A mixture of pleasure and guilt. The guilt making it even more pleasurable. My body tensed and my buttocks lifted off the chair. I closed my eyes and let it take over. “Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhhhhhh!” Slowly my convulsions eased and my breathing gradually returned closer to normal. “Wow,” I said to break the silence. “Are you OK?” asked Mark. “What do you think?” I replied. “I mean with what we just did?” said Mark. I thought. Was it what I had intended or expected? I wasn’t sure. Was I.