She finally sat up and separated from me, leaning against the back of the couch. I made myself look at her face instead of her breasts.“That’s wha... my therapist said, too,” she sighed. “My parents put me in therapy when I swallowed half a bottle of aspirin.”“Good,” I said. “I’m glad they did.”She stared at me for half a minute.“Most men aren’t interested in damaged goods,” she said.“You’re not damaged goods, Phoebe,” I said, patiently. “Come on. Surely you know that.”“I guess so,” she said.“You. “Who told you that?”“I just assumed. They give me an athletic scholarship, they expect me to perform, you know?”“Tony, nobody is judging you by your first college tournament. Be realistic. You’re a freshman. The guy who just beat you is a senior and is seeded fourth in the country. It was a bad draw. Relax.”I could think of one great way to relax, but she shoved me toward the bleachers and I plopped down to watch the women’s first flight. I just stayed in front of the same court I’d played on.. Your fingers continued to fill my pussy. I begged for release, and again you smiled. Again, you moved lower. Your tongue found my swollen clit and lips. You slowly licked me, tasting all my juices. Your teeth nipped my clit, and I moaned loudly. I begged you to fuck me, and you chuckled to yourself, telling me I needed to learn patience. Then, your tongue moved inside me, stretching deep. As I became lost in the feeling, I felt your finger, wet with my juices, pressing against my rosebud. I. " I laughed. "Oh you poor baby." Mom said as she walked over and started to stroke my cock. I was a little shocked but I liked having some else touching my cock and mom seemed to know exactly what to do. She even picked a sock up off the floor and held it around my cock as I came. I found it to be a major turn on. "Wow, I was just joking but that really turned me on. We might have to do that some more. " Mom said. I thought about what mom did and what she said the rest of the night. I even had.