Now perhaps my predicament isnt the first in the history of mankind, but it was obviouly the first time for me. I was sitting on my mothers bed, stark...naked, with her panties coated in my cum. Now while it definitely dawned on me while I was doing it that it wasnt a good idea, the thought of cumming on my mothers panties was just too good to pass up. But that was then. Now, sitting here well spent and back in my right state of mind it was a very, very, bad idea. Turning the vibrator part off I. ”There was a stack of black hats on the counter next to the belts and several bandanas in assorted dark colors.“I’ve got your costume too.” Connie announced, reaching into a paper bag at her feet and withdrawing a white hat, black mask and red bandana. The mask had a Velcro closure and Connie noticed me looking at it. “The ultimate indignity,” She added. “The unmasking of the Lone Ranger.” She grinned. “I think that would be the perfect thing to happen right before all the guys jack-off into. One more shame shame on you." You trying to tell me I can't win here?" You got it sport."I joined the gang at the tables and Candy brought me a beer. The evenings topics were football and politics again and we were discussing the latest bone-headed maneuver our illustrious governor had pulled when Leslie pulled me off my chair to dance with her. As we danced she said:"I talked to Marge today." Oh?" I mentioned that a three way with her, me and you might be fun and she agreed. All I need is for. She was and — oh lucky day! — so was her mother. I don't know why, but I thought that all mothers worked. Mine had. Everybody else's did. Mrs. Szerchenko did not. So my plan to spend the day with Tanya, at her house, just the two of us, never got off the ground. Instead, it was going to be a shopping trip for three. What fun we were going to have.It was the first time I'd gone back to the mall where I'd had my really freaky meeting with Santa Claus in 2003, just over three months on the Patrick.