.. once or twice a week, he'll call and say he's coming over and for me to get all nice and shaved and showered for him. He'll come over, we have sex... I do whatever else he wants, and he leaves again."Except for one time ..." She averts her eyes, embarrassed again, but continues."The old man brought over two friends, even older than he was! I mean, all these men were in their 50's or 60's easy! He insisted I let them all have sex with me. I didn't know what else to do, so I did whatever. What was going on? I slowly started tolook down at myself. The first thing that I noticed was the two massivebumps protruding from my chest, and the fact that I wasn't wearing myown clothes. I quickly ran to the bathroom and glanced into the mirror.Nothing could have prepared me for what I saw next. Tiffany was staringback at me from the other side.I started to shake, then I screamed. My voice sounded high and girly.It was a good thing my parents weren't home, because right now I couldhave. “Sorry mom,” Bobby replied.“Oh, it’s alright honey,” she replied, and after taking a sip of wine she said, “Sometimes I forget how grown up you two are, I’m so old.”“You don’t look old enough to have a son our age Mrs. Simmons,” Jake said.“Well aren’t you sweet Jake,” Jenni said, and then she added, “And I can’t believe that you two are in high school now… oh God I need another glass of wine.”All three of them laughed, and then Bobby said, “Hey mom, I’m going to go over to Jake’s for a little. Wonderful.I lay on my bed in a funk. I knew that I could not compete with Mr. Wonderful and his Jaguar. I was just a kid who rode a Schwinn. I lay there and imaged her beautiful face, those lovely dark eyes and fresh cheeks, her expressive mouth and rosy lips. My hand was pushed into my shorts, grasping my hard cock, pulling on it as I remembered the softness of Miss Foster's thigh. I stopped, undressed, not wanting to mess my clothes, and then I masturbated, dreaming of the most perfect woman.