You pull on a fairly clean pair of running shorts and sit groggily on the edge of the bed. You scratch your shaggy brown hair.“What? What did I do?�...� You ask, squinting at the sunlight behind your mother.“Nothing, which is the whole problem,” she says, hands on hips and her otherwise pretty face screwed up with anger. “Jake Able, you are sleeping your life away. High school is over, mister. Most of your friends are going off to college and you slacked off so much you’re stuck here, going to. Although it had seemed a good idea at the time, I hadn’t yet worked up the courage to wear such an itsy-bitsy bikini in public. I slid the bottoms on and carefully adjusted the ties, admiring my taught exposed buns in the mirror. The gusset barely concealed my pussy and my camel toe was evident through the thin fabric. The top hugged my big tits and my erect nipples were clearly visible, protruding proudly. Wanting to preserve a measure of modesty, I threw on a sheer black kimono style cover-up. . made love... for ages, right in front of me. And there was nothing I could do. They kissed and hugged. They kissed and licked. They sucked each other, first one, then the other. It seemed like for hours. They went into a sixty-nine position, their mouths and genitals working furiously. Slurping, sucking, moaning.It seemed like a week, and each time one of them came close to climax they backed off, extending their pleasure.Finally, they got off the bed, and came over to me. The guest stood in. My briefs are now at my feet, she removes them and rubs her breasts back up my body.Standing once again, she reaches for the bottle of liquid soap. Squirting the orange blossom scented soap across her breasts, she rubs it into a lather. I watch as she her hands explore her supple body, stimulating herself. Her nipples harden under her touch, her sweet nectar trickles from her slit. Stepping under the shower head opposite of me, she rinses the soap from her body.I watch as the water cascades.