Tom's eyes roamed my body shamelessly, slowly taking in every inch. I wanted to run away yet felt rooted in place before he confidently said, "Now, tu...rn around slowly."The order seemed so bold but strangely so right at that moment. Before my mind could even process the request, my legs began to move and I slowly rotated before him. I hoped he found me sexy in my basic blacks, but was afraid Tom appreciated a younger, tighter figure. "God, you're fucking amazing Mom," he gushed when I finally. But again, I was determined not to be early. I waited until the timer went off, then I waited for what seemed like another ten minutes, although it was probably thirty seconds. It was time to go upstairs.The master bedroom door was closed. I opened it slowly. There she was, in bed, with the comforter pulled up over her. She was grinning evilly. I walked up, thinking that if she was still in her jeans and a sweater I would have to get a little nasty. I pulled the comforter back. Inside the room, Luci played music on her phone. We all talked and laughed about the evening and the party. Jack and Luci were sitting together on the side of one bed while I sat on mine, facing them. The chat turned sexy, and the innuendos were flowing. Luci started to make direct references to Jack’s big cock. With his shyness a distant memory, Jack relished in it. Jack assertively placed Luci’s hand on his crotch but still stared at me. I said, “Okay, that’s my cue. I’m going to sleep, and. I try not to overindulge. My stage costumes are ... well, a few of them are sort of tight. I don't want a gut hanging over my pants. Shandra Rose has a Vegas residency and I saw pictures of her there. She seems to think she's still 19 years old. She wears these slinky, tight costumes completely forgetting that she's now 37 and has popped out three kids. It's pretty gross."I shrugged. Shandra Rose had been my first celebrity crush. I had been about 12 when she first hit the stage as a teenager..