Instead, Amy was okay, and actually glad that she had one-upped her mother. And now, still in Amy's good graces, she was kissing me, pulling me closer.... I kissed her back, unsure of how to reciprocate. Any doubt I had was erased as Amy reached down and pulled off her shirt. She wore no bra, and I marveled at her breasts. Though much smaller than her mothers, they were pert and perfect."You look amazing," I said.Bingo. She grinned, and stood up, slipping out of her shorts. Like previous days she. I had to think; small, slow, shallow breaths. I had to relax & keep calm. I genuinely thought I was going to suffocate. I began to relax my body, staying as still as possible. I concentrated hard to maintain myself but then they were both on me. One rubbing his hands up & down the length of my satin-covered thighs, thumbs, two this time teasing my hips at every stroke. My other captor until now had been an observer but now he was behind me leaning against my bound arms, grinding his shaft. Um, you know.” Oops.Ms. Sloane tilted her head. Looking at me much like my mother and a certain aunt do from time to time. It’s a look that says ‘don’t dick around, tell me all.’ Or else.“Masturbate.” I sort of gushed it out, not a subject about which I now wished had never burbled to the surface, topic-wise... “Oh?”“She found out, discovered, porn. Taught Froggy and me how to surf ... and ... you know.”“And masturbate.”I nodded, somewhat reluctantly. No reason to birddog the same prairie time. "Tiger! What do you think you're doing?!" She could tell he intended to fuck her, and she realized she had to do something fast to stop him.She lunged forward as if she were attacking him. Her mouth aimed for his boner and it connected; she took his erection into her mouth as he fell backwards towards the bed. The gobs of cum that remained on her face and tits flew in every direction.Alan hit the floor on his butt, and then his back hit the side of the bed. His mother still had her mouth.