If I had not been bouncing around this would not have happened. I am really sorry." "Mom, it's not your fault either. This is no ones fault. I am sorr...y for getting mad too. I guess it was just embarrassing and neither one of us has handled it very good." Yeah, you're right." My mother calmly said.We sat in silence for what had to be a good ten minutes, neither one of us moving at all. Believe it or not, I didn't get a hardon at all. Sure, if there had been friction, it may have happened, but. Jen stares into my eyes, and I return her unwavering gaze. I feel for the poppers on her shirt and slowly unfasten them. Her breasts are exposed when I brush aside the garment. I place my hands on them, squeezing and lifting them. The large nipples harden. Watching her eyes close, I feel her hands releasing my belt and tugging at my trousers. “Let’s get in a better position,” I say to Jen. She then moves and straddles the arm of a chair. Facing me, she releases my cock, and my pants drop to the. I laid back on the bed, relaxing, and started once more stroking up and down along my slit. It was mine, I told myself, so there was nothing wrong with this. Just a little relaxation to help deal with this… with whatever this was. I moaned, then covered my mouth with my other hand. Damn, that sounded weird. Weird, but good. I did it again, muffled by my palm, as I started probing at myself, getting a feel for this new place the same as I would have for any woman I’d been with. And then. I want to see you."I felt the heat rise in my face. "But... but I'm not wearing any-" I know," she cut off, and reached for my shoulder. I trembled as she pulled it off my shoulder. "I want to see what you look like." She leaned into me. "Or did you want to go back on the deal?" My mouth opened and closed, but no sound came out. Visions of my mom berating me, destroying my future, watching my friends leave for Italy without me... my head swam. I felt dizzy."Lets go!" Julie suddenly barked. My.