.Sam, rarely, brought herself to completion. It wasn't about that. Wasn't about the release. Jack had been the first, the only, to take her there, to ...hat place where love and pleasure and beauty reside. She wanted him again. Wanted the next first time, to be as her first time. Wanted to save herself, not just from others, but from herself. She did indulge at times. When the need to feel became too great, or when the moment overcame her. It was never the goal, though. Tonight, she would just. Up close, she was even more alluring. Her face was heart-shaped, with huge eyes, rounded cheeks, and a small, pointed chin. A wicked grin was barely noticeable on her lips. The dimples where her nipples where hidden were obvious, and straining at the thin lace. He noticed a dry, floral scent on the air as she drew closer.The man's breath caught as she reached up a hand to touch his cheek. Her other hand had reached down and was tracing the shape of the pronounced bulge in his pants. He. Soft, strong hands pulled me up, holding me as I stared in stunned silence as she beckoned me to slip into her soft panties, the silk stirring my already throbbing erection, the lace rubbing maddeningly against the top of my diminutive member. I felt so inadequate standing next to her, and for reasons that were far more frightening. I found my ass almost filled her panties up, and instead of being horrified to learn I had a bubble butt, I was worried she's notice I didn't measure up to her. I am expected to “entertain” Dexter in her absence. In the past, this has consisted of making small talk. However, in recent visits, Dexter has become interested in my “experiences” with boys and how it feels to have such exquisite “fun bags” at my disposal. It’s getting creepier so when Mom gets up to go to the kitchen, I follow. She hisses for me to go back. I down my fourth beer and grab a fifth from the fridge. I am really going to need it.I literally sway as I go back in and with Mom.