"Did you have fun tonight?" she asked me, hope evident in her voice."I guess so, I mean we were just studying, that biology exam is going tobe killer.... I lied to the best of my ability."Uh huh, must have been an exhausting study session if you volunteered tocook them your risotto," she mused."Mom really? Mrs. Cook worked really late and Jen was going to just heatup frozen dinners, she had been really nice today so I just wanted to,you know, show my appreciation." I shrugged, really not liking. I pulled it down and let the skirt fall over her legs before mom stepped out of it and kicked it across the room. Mom was wearing the same cum soaked thong she had slipped on this morning. The reminder of that kinky action caused my hands to grip her ass, a cheek in each hard and squeeze. This caused a small moan to escape from our locked lips as moms hands undid my jeans and let them slide down. I worked my hands up to moms boobs and began fumbling with the buttons of the shirt. Noticing my. Closing my eyes, I rub, thinking of my boyfriend. Picturing his cock thrusting in and out of me, or his mouth tasting my sweet pussy. He does amazing things with his tongue and his lips. I admit to thinking more about his cock on this trip. His was the first I had seen that wasn't circumcised, something not very common in Americans. I loved playing with it and rolling his foreskin back and forth. I always ended up with fits of giggles every time I rolled back that skin and saw the head emerge.. She was now on her knees, arms toward me. "Master, please, do not be angry with us. We can feel your anger pressing against us." She sobbed.That snapped me out of it. I just dropped into the chair, deflated. What the fuck is going on? Again, as I get upset or emotional those around me get very passive."Sharon, Helga, please get up." As they both stood and looked toward me I told them, "Please, we need to discuss this further, I just can't do it right now. You will both come to my house tomorrow.