"Oh that feels so good. My pussy needs some attention tonight." Part of me knew that I should leave, but another part of me told me to stay and watch....If nothing else, I could jack off to the image of her playing with herself. "I need some guy's cock inside me. You took me home with you. So you get to be the lucky winner." She looked down my pants, her glance clearly stopping at my cock. "Or maybe I'll be the lucky one. Are you hard for me?" It was getting tough for me to resist anymore, but I. He wanted to fuck me.I could feel myself getting wetter between my legs and my thighs were aching with his every movement. As I looked over his shoulder I could see Victor and our friends watching me and this heightened my pleasure. I decided to show them what a slut I was. We continued to touch ourselves; I ran my hands up and down his hard body while looking into his green eyes. When I just could not stand it any longer I slid his fingers between my thighs and whispered for him to finger me. ”“I’m your mother,” she snapped. “You can tell me anything. Absolutely anything, anytime. Understand?”“I didn’t mean it like that. It’s just—”“It’s just what?”I sighed. I felt like I was letting her down in a very big way. She’d given me so much advice growing up, going back to childhood lessons about the birds and the bees. But she’d always assumed I was straight: she’d told me how complicated girls were, and what would happen if I ever knocked someone up. Occasionally she’d talked. I finally got the courage to go even further. I placed one hand on the crotch of her pants and was amazed that I could feel her wetness through her pants. I rubbed her that way for less than a minute when she moaned loudly and came in her pants. I was so turned on by this. I had a squirter on my hands. I took my hand and slid it under her waistband and plunged a finger deep into her soaking pussy. She had another orgasm almost immediately. By this time, I was as hard as rebar and asked if she.