I was too afraid to pull her kickers all the way off and I was afraid to ask her to turn over. I hesitated and thought about what I was doing, then my...mom started to get up a moved back a little and covered my throbbing penis with a blanket.She sat up on the bed, with her fat juicy tits dangling in front of my face and with obvious wetness in her panties“Let mommy give you a massage now honey!” she said in her inviting and sweet voice.I thought that she just wanted to give me a massage and she. “Part of this is my fault. I think I forced you to watch too many Disney movies when we were both younger, so now you think that’s how things work. I’ve been in love with John since I was 13 and Barb first brought him home. I kept it to myself because he was with Barb and she was my sister. I wasn’t gonna poach him while they were together. The second he decided that it was over and told her that he wanted the divorce, it was game-on and I play to win.”“Ridiculous!” he sputtered. “A schoolgirl. They had both graduated from Bixley and she was still teaching there part time.He parked in the visitors lot and carried his rose to Carver Hall. The main door was still open. He checked his watch. He had five minutes to find room 401. There was a sign on the wall with an arrow pointing down for rooms 300-500.He followed the signs until he found room 401. He paused outside the door and straightened his tuxedo. He knocked on the door and then opened it.His breath caught as he beheld the scene. The thoughts of Ben Marshall’s handsome face that kept traveling around in her mind refused to allow Janet to stop and meditate on such frivolous things as stained underwear, which fell quickly to the floor once Janet slid them off of her waist. So with nothing on but a sweater, Janet returned to her bed and proceeded to masturbate. As she drove her fingers into her crotch, she imagined it was Ben Marshall lying on top of her, using all the powers he had to physically please her, refusing to.