"Message has arrived" chimed in.I opened the email and to my surprise was a picture I have never seen of my mother.I never really thought about my mom...as being pretty or sexy before, but this picture sure changed that.She was sitting on her bed with a blue, short, silk nightie on. She was sitting with her legs under her, and her hands on the bed. It looked like she was leaning forward a little and she had a very seductive look on her face.The nightie was a little loose and showing some very. “We could call him..”“He says he’s a bit tired and hungover…”“We don’t have to do anything, just hang out…”“Yeah.. he’s texted. He’s on the way…”’It wasn’t much of a gamble. He was her friend, someone we liked and respected, and was good company. But we weren’t sure anything would happen. Or even if we’d want it to. After an enjoyable evening, and perhaps sensing a moment alone was needed, our friend went to the toilet. We looked at each other. We both knew what the other was thinking. She. John's cock sprang free, already hard with anticipation. It was about 8 inches long, cut, and just thick enough that my thumb and fingers wouldn’t quite touch when wrapped around it.“Is this your first?” John asked looking down at me.“No. My roommate,” I answered, sensing the next question.“So, I expect you know what to do then,” he replied expectantly.Not even trying to act coy, or like this was punishment, I wrapped my fingers around the base of his shaft and pulled him to my mouth. His cock. She was quite a looker as well but so where many of her friends who would call round to see her after school or at weekends. It was a little hard to guess Sarahs age and I put her at about fourteen but Jane informed me she would not hit that mark for another two months. Sarah was clearly going to break a lot of hearts when she got older and it was a good bet that her mother had done the same in her time. As I got out of my car on the Friday of the third week in my new house, Jane was walking.