"I didn't make a wet spot on the couch, did I? That would be really hard to explain."Looking down, she saw that her dress had been underneath her, pro...ecting the couch. "Well, my dress is soaked, but at least the couch is ok. I'll have to throw the dress in my suitcase tonight, though, so my mother doesn't smell it and get suspicious." You know, if you took the dress off I could take it with me tonight so you wouldn't have to worry about it," Tim said with feigned innocence, as he stood and. She squeezed one of my breasts tightly, her nails digging into my flesh. It felt surprisingly good. She sat up and removed her own night gown showing her breasts. Now I had to admit mine were bigger than hers; but god they were adorable. In fact my mom’s body was amazing. She was in her early forties and her boobs were still as perky as a teenager’s, her stomach was perfectly flat, and her pussy was surrounded by a forest of black pubic hair. I felt my natural juices begin to flow just by. He again asked her where she had been and what she had been doing for those two hours she should have been home.She told him again what she had been doing.He looked at her and said, I do not believe you little girl.Her look was one of dismay and shock. Why would he not believe her.He stood up next to her and told her to stand too.She did as she was told.When she stood up, he turned her away from him and lifted her skirt before she could say anything.When he did, he saw that she was wearing no. You shouldhave told me about it sooner, so we can do something about it."I blushed at her mention of my condition. It was something I haddeveloped as a teenager, and when my mom took me to the doctor then, hesaid I would outgrow it. That it was caused by an overabundance ofhormones during puberty. Only I hadn't out grown it. Basically, I stayedthe same since it showed up. My condition had made me pretty shy when Iwas younger. Added to the fact that my voice was always a few octaveshigher.