But she was right. My skin immediately started to tingle where her fingers touched me, and when they tugged lightly on the corner of the panties still...buried inside me, I failed to hold back the gasp. “See,” she purred, “you already are a whore. You just didn’t know it. Stop fighting it.” The last few miles were a straight road. Her fingers kept softly stroking my pubes, and I slumped back in the seat, closed my eyes and whimpered. There was just no denying her words. * We left the boxes in. My mom was what you called "very well endowed." She had big boobs before k**s, but having three so close together certainly turned them into huge monster fun bags. You would need two hands just to handle one of them. Not sure where she bought her bras to contain them. That, of course, is not something we would ever talk about. They also got a lot of attention from my friends who liked to talk about my mom and her huge boobs a lot. I would kind of laugh the comments off and pretend like they. Feeling playful and, to be honest, more than a little horny, I slid a finger down between my boobs, lightly stroking myself as we continued to talk. Almost immediately Ryan struggled to focus and began adjusting himself, drawing attention to his erection growing larger by the minute. He wasn't the only one becoming erect. My rosy red nipples had started to stiffen, straining against the fabric of my bikini. Although we were close friends, we had never explored a physical relationship, despite. “Hi, honey. I’m home!” She was laughing until she saw the cane and my face, lumps and bumps still not completely healed.“You look awful! It looks like somebody beat the hell out of you. Were you in a wreck?”“Hello to you too, Debbie. No, I wasn’t in a car wreck. Yes, someone or rather someones beat the hell out of me.”“Why?”“Just a guess here but I think I did something to piss them off. I got lucky. An off duty cop saw the whole thing and got them off of me. All three of them are set to be.