A lot happened. Mom and I had a personal secret. I remember it started. My mom started touching me. Just a little at first, letting her fingers ...wander around my body. She liked to hug me and would run her hands under my shirt and feel my back and chest. She liked to feel my legs up and down. I liked it, and never told anyone the way ‘we’ liked to hug. She would pull my face into her tits and move my head all them. Her hands got bolder over time. She started waiting for me when I got out. She was led to a large sittingroom where a big fire blazed, the room being almost intolerably warm. "We don't want you to get cold when you stripoff" he laughed as they closed the door behind themselves. "Now, you can call me Rod, its not my real nameof course. What shall we call you eh?" A voice from behind called out "how about Cunt?That's what she is going to be for the evening isn't it!" "No, that's not very polite to our guest -accurate but not polite" he joked. "I know, we'll call you. Suddenly her head was buried in my lap and her tongue was moving deep inside me like an eel. Her warm breath washing across my clit, I gasped. I’d never felt anything like this. I knew I was close to cumming again but this time I wanted us to climax together. I shifted my body across the duvet allowing Jen to lay alongside me, top to toe. I slid my body on top of her so I had her twat at my mercy, at the same time making sure my own pussy was within her reach. Her beautiful labia were engorged. They hadn't had sex, or done much of anything physical for that matter. The best Harley had ever gotten was a quick make-out session, and maybe a little bit of dirty texting. Sarah was very shy about anything sexual, and every time she thought about something being inside of her she shivered in nervous reluctance. She had known that one day she would have to man up, figuratively of course, and just go all the way with him. Stalling had only worked for so long, as Harley gradually became anxious.