Originally, I had chosen this wager for the bet because I knew she wouldn't like it. Now, neither of us could understand why we had not done this earl...er. She was so much more sensitive, responsive, and accessible. She would be shaved much longer than six months.We were lying on the bed, head to toe. Or rather, heads to groins. I rolled over on my back, keeping her on top of me. I slowly moved my tongue over the length of her swollen slit. The aroma of all of the day's play combined into a. I moved to the other side of her pretending that I just wanted not to be so obvious. Actually I wanted to give her and the guys a better view. I reached over and slid my hand up her sweater and pulled her large breasts out of her bra. Her nipples were hard and her hands moving quickly between her legs. I could tell she was headed for one of those points where she can't stop. I pulled up her sweater to expose her breasts and began licking the nipple on her breasts next to me. One of her hands. John had been harrassing and touching my mom since day one, saying she could have anything she wanted if he "owned" her. The day after we left grandma's place, my mom was determined to get through. I don't know if it was circumstances, or she needed and excuse to do it, but she immediately went to John to take him up on his offer. My mom told him she would do what he wanted, but she needed a big pay raise, extra hours, amongst other things. John agreed, but told her she knew what he wanted. My. The scene before me was hypnotic—I was paralysed by desire.She let the towel drop to the floor as she rolled onto her back, raising her knees and spreading herself open as far as the table would permit. There was fire in her eyes now. They roved over my body, lingering on the strained, damp fabric of my shorts, then locked onto mine, communicating a thirst—a need. Her hand slithered to her mound, the tip of her middle finger just touching her protruding clit, and she mouthed the words, “Eat.