I didnt have large breast but my large d cups got by just fine. When I looked down to tell her my order I swear I saw her lick her lips. My pussy ting...led at the sight and my heart picked up pace. I chatted lightly with her until her coworker made my food. I found out her name was Ashley and that we went to the same collage. When my food came I found a table by the corner, sat my tray down and decide to go wash my hands. I looked in the mirror and instantly regretted for going a bra before I. Well, maybe I don’t remember it like yesterday. All I can say for sure is that I was fresh out of high school, graduated and all. My mom, Sarah is her name, had just got home from work and went into the shower to refresh herself for the evening. It was among her many rituals and patterns that I had grown up with.We lived in a small, two-bedroom, and one-bathroom house. Ever since my dad left when I was only five years old, my mother struggled on as any good parent would, sacrificing many. He had to push me away from the back of the sofa to get past my head and the pillow. In doing so he pulled the pillow out to make some room and I could feel his dick, still in his pants, up against the side of my face. I let him circle my tip for a while and finally my curiosity got the best of me. I turned my head toward his crotch, tugged his pants just a little and his erection popped out of those pants like a jack in the box.I started licking the underside of his dick and that really made. He told me that it was better to feel it than just stare and everybody laughed about it. I let go of it and ran out of the room, scared of what they would say to everyone in the school.A few days passed and I knew that they had probably blabbed about everything but I just kept doing my job. One of the guys named Mark asked me to come to his party at his parents house and that the whole team would be there too. I was excited and excepted the invite and that next Saturday night, I got my mom to.