By the end of school that day though she was pretty sure that no one had seen anything. At least no one had teased her about it anyway.As we walked we... held hands. Lisa told me that her mother was going to allow her to go out on dates for turning fourteen but that her dates would be limited to just the boys that she knew. Then Lisa asked me if I would like to take her out on a date the following night. As I hesitated she told me that I could feel of her pussy some more if I wanted too. Actually. I quickly wished her morning and went back to my room. After a quick bath, I came downstairs.My mom’s at kitchen counter applying jam to bread and making toast. I moved close to her and hugged her from the back and kissed her on the cheek. After breakfast, I quickly went out to meet my friends and had a couple of drinks with them. By the time I reached home, it was late and I was drunk.I opened the door and quickly entered the house not letting the cold air inside. I went to the kitchen to find. "Thank you, Cindy." She snorted a laugh, but not at my expense. "As if we had a choice," she observed with a sly smile. Again, I was struck by the thought that she was telling herself a joke that didn't include me. "But no, thank you, Marty. It was delightful, and just what I needed. No," she corrected, "what I wanted." I blushed, I think, hoping she couldn't tell in the darkness. "Are you...uh...going back in?" She gave me that knowing smile, but with a layer of appreciation and affection. "No. Nothing else mattered. As if she didn't already have me under her control, she told me "I have masturbated so many times imagining you injecting your hot sperm inside me!"I could only moan in my ecstasy with the images of her touching herself in my honor.She then added "and I always imagine your wife is in the next room, just like this"Her hand speed up again. "Please fill me up" she requested. "I want to make you cum so that you can fill me up"My moans let her know that I was on my way to.