A few minutes later I heard her door close and I thought I heard a buzz and a moan. I started to get hard again as I realized that my mother was as ho...ny as I was. Things were going to change around here. Unfortunately not right away.I spent the next week searching my mother's room for evidence that she was a sexual person; I found the usual thongs and lingerie, but nothing else. I thought I was just imagining things. Then my mother told me she wanted help in cleaning out the basement. I spent. As I went up to the keg to get a beer, a pretty blonde girl was swinging her legs from the bench.'Hey, there, ' she said, 'seems like you're in a bad mood. Anything I can do to make it better?''Depends on how flexible you are, ' I growled.'Cute -and- funny. I bet the girls love you.'Not the right one, I thought, but I said, 'Well, I heard they liked me because I was okay in bed.'It sounded ridiculous as I was saying it, but she seemed to eat it up, and half an hour later I was blowing my load. I enjoyed the way she constantly hit on me even knowing I didn't swing that way. I didn't feel right in teasing her so I let her feel me up whenever she wanted to because in all honesty I just closed my eyes and pretended it was a handsome male co-worker called Dennis who was reputed to have the largest dick on the staff. Not that I knew personally because I was still rather shy even at twenty years of age. My only sexual activities were in my dreams and my fantasies about handsome young men. Medina some coffee until the closing of the door forced them to break contact.Helena walked up to the chair on the other side of the plexiglass partition that bisected the table between them, and looked around, seeming not to notice the man seated three feet from her. Wade broke the silence, his voice coming through a grill in the glass that seemed to be floating in space a few inches above the table.“One of the guys owes me a pack of smokes. I guess the fact that you’re here means the judge.