Thisis my house. If I want your friends to come over I’mgoing to invite them.”There was some silence between us and then she turned tome a...d said “Are you jealous?” I was shocked at first bythe question but I knew the answer and so did she. Momcontinued prodding.“Does it turn you on knowing that I fucked all yourfriends? I know that young men often have mom-fantasies.Do you?” She then looked down at my crotch and said “MyGod, you’re hard!”. I will not be disturbed again!” He looked at me and I couldn’t say another word. But the pain was starting to get worse. I thought to myself, if I could just hold on a few more minutes, the movie would be over. I squeezed my legs together as tight as I could, holding my breath, hoping I would make it. I felt my bladder ready to pop, I squeezed and squeezed, but it was no use. That familiar warmth started seeping through, wetting myself, my panties, and my chair. A flush of embarrassment rushed. She looked at me, "Well, I guess, I guess it depends on which car." "Neon?" he suggested."Corvette?" I countered"BMW," she said "Three Series." Sound fair," I suggested."Whatever," Rigsby agreed, "And no more screwing around, deal?" Ok deal." she said.He looked at me, "Yeah deal." I agreed."Don't you want nothing." he asked."No, sounds just fine." I agreed, "But I don't want her brother's screwing her." No," he said, "I got plans for those two morons."We got dressed and went in the house,. Her fingertips had found her moistened lips and parted them slightly. It seemed she was being careful not to touch that most sensitive nub of nerve endings, perhaps leaving it till she was ready, or delaying the moment in self-torture. Carefully her tips separated the swollen lips and her forefinger slipped easily between to disappear into the hidden canal beyond.Another sharp intake of breath announced her invasion of her pleasure pool. The single finger entered and exited in a slow, rhythmic.