I tried to maintain some small amount of parental authority.“You still need to let me know whenever you are going to be with your friends and where ...ou’ll be going,” I said firmly.It was a relief when Marilyn called me the next week to ask about going to lunch. I’d just accepted a new position as financial manager for Brookside Publishing, a company that was expanding its market from trade catalogs to non-fiction books focused on the real estate and building industry. It wasn’t a national. I was caressing my favorite part of you, where your leg and thigh meet. It was soft and always warm now matter how cold you were, you were playful, edging closer to me while maintain the mirror in sight. You continued applying makeup and my hand was now on the inside of your thigh. You normally let me touch you, Today was different, you raised your foot onto my knee, opening your legs and exposing yourself. You were already wet, wetter than usual, as I caressed the outside of your pussy, my. So Ithought I should show you instead. Now I'm not so sure it's a goodidea." What do you mean?" I asked, clearly puzzled.Marie took a deep breath. "Come on, we're here now. As I said, I'msorry."With that Marie got out of the car and I followed, with trepidation.We pushed open the door to the pub come restaurant and stepped inside.The room, like all such rooms around the world was dimly lit and had aconstant buzz of noise from the customers, music and fruit machinesdotted around the walls. Marie. “Hi guys,” I grinned. “Have fun fucking today?”“MOTHER!” Janet gasped.“What, baby?” I said, letting her see the cum dripping from my disheveled hair. I knew my sweater was stained with gobs of cum, and my makeup was smeared with it. I was still wearing panties, but when I quickly undressed to join them, both Tim and Janet could see that my panties were sopping wet with cum, and that it was oozing out of my pussy.“Mom ... you ... you look like you were in an orgy or something,” Janet said, her.