"You can feel the head of my cock pressing against you now," he directed.I could feel it. My pussy throbbed just like it would if a hard dick was open...ng the lips, preparing to thrust inside. I wanted it."The ache is stronger now," he said, "You ache for me. You ache so much that you would do anything to have me enter you." Yesss," a small almost inaudible hiss. "Please..." What?"I couldn't stop the moan that escaped from my throat, the craving honestly caused me pain. My whole body needed to. I think that would be a great bet.” Gwen toyed with her diamond necklace. “The loser becomes the other’s slave for the course of the holiday.”“You’re out of your mind!”“Not so confident in your team, after all are you?”“Don’t be daft. LSU is on a roll.” Sue studied her rival. The idea of having her rival under control for a long weekend was making her damp. It was the idea of submission that worried her. She bit her lip.Gwen was hard pressed to keep the grin off her face. Sue had no idea how. That was ordinary stuff. There in the VCR was the smoking gun from hell, and I wanted something really good in exchange. Something unthinkable. Something I'd remember for the rest of my life.I wanted what the guy on the tape got. I wanted to fuck my mother.III hit the rewind button and headed casually down the long hallway to the kitchen. En route, I began to have second thoughts about my plan. Would it work? Was it too sick even to try? Was there something seriously wrong with me? Sure, Freud. Over time I became more daring, not caring but actually wanting her to see me playing with myself and wishing she would somehow acknowledge what I was doing in front of her. Of course there were time when my wife and her father were sitting around us and I had to be creative and take a chance I might get caught. I had never seen any indication she was aware what I was doing, and this made the action even more exciting.After all that had occurred today I was openly massaging my cock and balls.