“Yes,” she answered breathlessly.“Do you like the way you taste?”“Oh yes I do,” she gasped. “It’s very erotic.” She studied his face... for a second before asking, “Are you going to fuck my mouth and make me swallow your cum?”She saw the look in his eyes and knew that she had planted a seed that would grow in the fertile soil of her erotic garden. The hot pulse of his cock against her bare skin also told her that she had found a nerve.Her vigorous lover changed his position, placing his cock. ‘Yes Abby, that’s good. Relax for me now.’ Abby felt herself melt into the sofa under Jemma’s command. She was helpless now as Jemma took control. Jemma began to slide her fingers deep into Abby’s wanting pussy, sliding them back and forth slowly in a slow and sexy movement. Abby groaned quietly in pleasure, enjoying every slide that Jemma’s fingers made into her. ‘Yes Abby, enjoy the pleasure I give you. Let it wash over you as my hypnotic trance envelops you. Open your eyes for me now.’ Abby. I never knew who my father was, and I suspect, neither did she. This meant that when I turned 14 my mother was still quite young, only 32 years old. She was also very attractive. She looked after her body, and worked out at the gym 3 days a week. She also had the most amazing big pair of tits. Whenever she wore a tight fitting t-shirt her nipples were always very obvious, sticking out at least quite a bit despite being pressed down by her bra and t-shirt. I could only imagine how huge they. Lauren let out a tiny giggle and we went up to the court. We started to warm up a little bit just lobbing the ball back and forth when she said that she had an idea. She said that we should play a game but the stakes should be a little higher. I asked what she meant by that. She had a devilish look on her face and said that words that would completely change my teenage years, “Strip tennis.” I got excited and said, “You’re on.”I quickly one the first game and she took off her shoes. I was.