I mean after all, I'm only a guy.Boys are not totally immune to that type of behavior. We also have our groups such as the jocks, nerds and so forth. ...hile we don't gossip near as much as the girls we seldom pass up the opportunity to spread some news of who did what and who they did it to or with. A certain amount of bragging was a rite of passage in the teen years. In spite of Jen's love for me, she couldn't help but notice that some of my friends were 'hunks'.In true teenage fashion, there. Mom knew. I didn’t know what to say. I was busted. And yet it didn’t seem like Mom had planned to say anything about it. I just stood there in shock wondering what the hell was going on. I knew I had to be in all kinds of trouble. After a moment of silence, with both of us standing there frozen to the spot like statues, Mom spoke up. ‘I.. I’m sorry, Son. I didn’t mean to intrude. It’s just that your s****r was yelling so loudly that first time. I had to come see what was the matter…’ ‘Oh,’ was. Now lick me.” I kneel up and eagerly stick out my tongue. With my nose touching her soft curls I penetrate her pussy and I’m rewarded with a low moan of approval. As my hands can’t play with my dick they trace every curve of her body which is within reach. She trembles as I reach her hard nipples and maul her lovely tits. Her hands firmly holds my head to her pussy and she says, “Hello ladies. Come closer and make yourselves at home. Help yourselves to a glass or two of wine. Theirs’s a jar. A handcuff snapped securely shut around it before another quickly bound the other. Amy felt herself being rolled over onto her chest, her sweaty tits sticking to the leather cushion of the bench. A hand grabbed her left ankle and pulled it up behind her ass as her left wrist was pulled back to join it in securement. The right arm and right ankle soon followed suit, completing the hog tying that now imprisoned her. Amy felt Eric step over to straddle her with one leg on each side of the bench..