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After my boner mishap, either she was getting more daring, or my imagination was running wilder. One day Mrs. B. was wearing one of her short short skirts, no stockings, just muscular shapely legs. She couldn’t help but notice me watching her move around the room. She stopped at the desk of the student in front of me and bent at the waist to look at her paper. When she slid her hands between her thighs and bent a little farther, her skirt raised exposing her panties. They were red. And lacey. I thought she gave me a sidewards glance to see if I noticed. Maybe not. It really didn’t matter, though. As soon as I glimpsed those skimpy panties, I came in my pants. Right then. In class. I’m not proud, but I was only 15, I could cum at a good card trick. I had it bad.

“That’s easy,” I replied. “You telegraph what feels good. I just do it again. You don’t exactly have a poker pussy. I love feeling you cum when I lick you.”

“Okay,” she blushed, moving to do as I'd asked, Daddy sidling tightly up behind her. It pretty much immediately turned into a three-way makeout session, instead, which was even better. Before long I stopped even trying to keep track of whose hands were where, as they both took turns playing with my titties and ass. Daddy's cock was otherwise occupied, of course, and since he seemed to be so preoccupied playing with me it meant I got to have Mom pretty much all to myself. God, her tits were incredible! So huge, and heavy, and soft! I liked my perky little firm ones too, but hers were just so different compared to mine, it was so much fun to explore and play! Daddy finally came in her, making her squeal and twitch in our arms, but when I tried to slide down the bed to clean her up she stopped me, just holding me close to cuddle instead. That was okay, too.