But this was a different situation. Monica hadn’t danced in months—well, she hadn’t danced for any of the boys for a while. Once a month, after ...chool, usually on a Friday, Houlihan had her strip for him. After she was naked, he tickled and spanked her, giving her that crazy thrill that what she was doing was wrong, but it felt so good. She liked it and doing this would get her into Georgetown. So Blake was a little surprised that Monica wasn’t interested in doing the party. At least, not at. Jesus Christ, Sarah thought, suddenly uneasy. What the hell was she thinking? This was bad, really bad. She couldn't lust after her own daughter, as if Cathy was some young cutie she'd just met at the bar. Cathy's pulse raced even faster as she studied her mother's face, stunned by the arousal she'd briefly glimpsed there. Holy shit, she told herself, Mom's turned on! It seemed ridiculous, as if she was hallucinating. But Cathy knew sexual heat when she encountered it, no matter how briefly. I pulled my mouth away from the cock this being the signal for the guy next door to withdraw his cock ready for my cocks intrusion through the same hole for its turn at being spoiled by my next door friend. Before anything could happen there was a clattering from outside and the call "cleaner can you vacate the cubicles as soon as you can", disappointed wasn't the word for it my cock had been throbbing in anticipation an feeling no doubt echoed from next door. I quickly pulled up my trousers. But it means nothing unless you are there, watching, helping, making sure I am safe." "I love doing that mom and I love you." "I love you too honey but I have to confess, I am a little worried." she leaned forward to kiss my forehead and my hand slipped behind her back and down to her hips. I slid it inside her skirt and felt her soft, fleshy hips."What do you mean mom?" I said massaging her wide hips."Well, it has been 8 years since you first watched me getting fucked in our living room and.