Chad walked around and opened my door, as I got out of my car, I gave him a great shot of my pussy. He walked me around to his car and opened the door...for me. As I slid into the car, I flashed him again and noticed the rather large buldge in his pants. With me sitting in his car, my skirt was so short that you could see a hint of my pussy. I didn't care about going to a party, all I wanted was for Chad to fuck me.As we drove, I reached over and stroked Chad cock through his pants causing him to. As time progressed, I imagined what it would be like if Ryan fucked my mom. I jerked off to the idea several times. Yes, I am weird… so what? When I saw them together I started to get erections. Ryan continued making comments by calling my mom “a hot piece of ass” and “a MILF”. I continued to get turned on. He was so assertive and I was a little bitch that let him say whatever he wanted about my mom. One night me and my four friends (including Ryan) came over to the house and chilled. We drank. With her long legs, shapely hips and chest, Mandy was essentially a paler version of Mom with darker hair. However, the biggest advantage was that, not being my Mom, my conscience had no issues with having her fuck me. ‘Oh okay, well tell her I called and…’ I cut her off by saying her name whilst picturing her face in my mind. ‘Mandy.’ Her eyes glazed over and her shoulders relaxed. ‘From now on you will be very attracted to me. Despite me being your best friend’s son, you will not feel any. Angie certainly felt as if SHE was in a trap, but I was in a similar one — if I lied to Tasha, that was a sign it was over; if I told her the truth, I’d be committing to her.The bottom line, which Angie had no way of knowing, was that if I did what SHE was asking, I’d end up steady with Tasha. There was simply no other way it could end. And that meant I had to decide, immediately, between Tasha and Angie. I wondered if Angie sensed that in some way, particularly because I felt going to bed with.