One time when I was about twelve years old, I was in my room and really beating my meat. I had a mirror between my legs and was watching the hand jack...ng off my cock. The event happened I was so afraid of: My mother came into my room to wake me up for school and found me beating my meat. All she said was to get dressed when I was finished. Well, a guy hates to face his mother after he gets caught red-handed, so I did not leave my room to come down for break-fast. Soon Mother was back in my room. He had enjoyed her gentleness, and was nervous about her anyways. She had said it was her first night. Could it be true? He wanted to see her again, he had to...-------------------------------------------------------Darceline woke up on the couch, her throat sore. She dreaded what her day, mostly her night, would have in store for her."Darcy, get the fuck in here!" Jeremy called from his room. Darceline quickly jumped out of the couch, her see-through lingerie swishing around her breasts."Yes. I understand he was shy but over the years we had discussed sex usually in a general way and he would flirt with me once in awhile but nothing ever came of it. I lusted after this man for the three years and I was happy with just having him around in person and as a good friend. But in my dreams and fantasies I definitely wasn’t satisfied just reading on the couch with him. One day he came by and we were planning on spending the day together but there was a different feeling about it. . "It gets a little fuzzy after that. Beer? Maybe some wine?" You know you're not supposed to combine different types of alcohol. New Orleans girl like you..." He trailed off."Well, I did," she said, a mutinous tone in her voice. "And now I'm here and I don't know how or why, and I'm cold, and you're barely wearing anything and..." And?" he prompted."I had the sexiest dreams about you and me..."He watched her, not daring to tell her that they weren't dreams. Not yet. He wasn't altogether sure she.