"You're supposed to flatten them so the smaller lumps will show."This was bullshit of course which I suspect Mom knew but I felt I needed to provide a...n explanation and that was the best I could come up with. Squishing them for a mammary exam was one thing but squashing them with your palms was quite another. Still, Mom let me get away with it. She let me check her out for the longest time yet and when I was finished and stepped back, I thought that Mom's nipples looked more stimulated than when. Her face lit up like the bat signal, bright enough to shine through everything yet something dark and sinister behind it. That broke the ice about the topic we apparently both loved!Once we started, there was no stopping us. We spoke about sex all the time. It was our way of dealing with the frustration of not getting laid. We would sit all day long and swap fantasies. Stories of exhibitionism, bdsm, bondage, wild sex, sex that went on for hours, fellatio, long hours of foreplay…we spoke of it. The next time I stepped things up, and said dare. He dared me to show him my panties. So I stepped out of site of the window and raised my skirt flashing him my panties and the briefest glimpse of my pussy. I asked him if he wore boxers or briefs, and he said boxer briefs ... mmmm ... he asked me how much I shaved ... he had to roll his tongue back into his mouth when I told him I was baby smooth.A member drove up and needed something other than just cash so I had to step out of the line of the. What is your name, I know I have seen you before, but I don't think Frolic bothered to introduce us," I asked trying to defuse my erotic mental picture of what lie beneath those panties and to quell my growing trouser bulge."Erica, like erotica, but pronounced Er-ic-a" she giggled as she spoke. "My Daddy says it means arousing. Do you like it?" Erotica? Oh, sorry, yes, Erica is a very lovely name," I stammered answering the simplest of questions while looking at the girl."Do you find me.