“Well, it seemed fair to me. They dreamed up this bet that ended up with me going through this humiliating ordeal. I just thought they should get as...good as they wanted to give.” “So,” Patrick summed it up. “You lose and I can fuck your ass all I want until noon tomorrow. I lose and I have to jerk off for you.” “Every time I tell you to. And eat your cum.” He seemed to hesitate, but only for a moment. “You’ve got a bet.” Chapter Two Now, I realize the last thing you, my reader, needs, if you. My body was beginning to shake, and for some reason, I bit down on Billy's hand."Ouch!" he whispered quickly, pulling his hand out of the way of my lust-crazy mouth. I couldn't stop the moaning. I didn't even care anymore if my husband and son heard. This boy's cock felt so good inside of me. I moaned loudly, then again, even louder.Then, just as I was about to cum, Billy grabbed the nearest piece of laundry and stuffed it into my mouth. My son's cum stained undies. In my mouth.The orgasm. Well, he was getting to that age, and if he could convince some teeny-bop to let him put a hand up her skirt, (rots-a-ruck kid!), she was willing to let that hanky-panky happen – as long as the door to his room was open a crack. That was her mother's rule and it wasn't a bad one (now that she was a mother). So she gave the 'okay' sign with her fingers, a nod yes with her coiffed head and hoped that the prize was worth it. The whole thing sounded too fascinating of a narrative to miss at this. ‘Could my biggest decision today be what type of tea to have,’ I laughed. ‘Well let’s see what there is for lazy Saturdays… earl grey, oolong, green, irish breakfast. Ahh yes, irish breakfast with a good bit of honey and a splash of milk… perfect.’ I started the kettle and prepared my cup, as the kettle warmed I fixed up the sun tea pitcher so I would have tea all day. I fixed my tea, let it steep as I fixed some toast and planned my lazy day. ‘Get some sun by the pool all day, read, relax,.