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(Her Secret Fantasy, continued by VCG...)
“Oh, looks like that’s me, ” your mom says.
You’re a little unsure of what to do, she’s your own mother after all. There is an undeniable attraction to her — or at least to this young, hot body she’s in — but to do anything with her would be wrong… wouldn’t it? Before you can come to an answer, she has leaned forward and kissed you on the lips. Not a familiar kiss, either. A sexual one, tongue and everything.
And you liked it.
All the girls in the circle giggle and gasp, including your girlfriend. She leans in close to you.
“You do know who that is, right?” Rachel asks.
“Yeah,” you answer.
“That’s so hot. You should fuck her.”
The suggestion catches you off guard.
“I can’t do that,” you hiss back, not completely believing it.
“Oh come on, it’d be perfect. I bet she’s already wet. Don’t you want to see your mommy’s soaking wet pussy, don’t you want to lick it? Suck on her firm, teen nipples. Cum all over her pretty, innocent face?” Rachel continues.
“Stop it!” you tell her, uncomfortable at what she is saying but more uncomfortable that you’re actually thinking about it partially liking the idea.
“What are you two whispering about?” Simone asks and before you can answer, Rachel shouts out.
“Let’s play truth or dare!”
The others look at each other and shrug.
“Sure,” Simone says, “spin the bottle probably wasn’t going to work long term, now that I think about it.”
“I got what I wanted,” your mom adds, looking at you.
Without your input at all, the game changes.
“Rachel, since it was your idea, you go first,” Simone suggests.
“Great. Truth or dare?”
“Dare!” your mom answers.
“I dare you to…” Rachel mocks thinking for a bit, even though she clearly already has an idea. “I dare you to show Ross your tits.”
All the girls gasp and then laugh, except for your mother, who blushes.
“I can’t do that I… I have a boyfriend, I barely know him I…”
Other girls in the circle call out.
“Didn’t stop you from kissing him!”
“You chose dare”
“Don’t chicken out.”
Your mom waves a hand to shut them up and slowly undoes the buttons on her plaid shirt. You sit watching, paralyzed either in anticipation or in shock. When she undoes the last one, she grabs each side with her hands.
“The rest of you don’t look, ” she says and the others all look away. She pulls her shirt open and flashes a pair of firm, young tits held in a lacy black bra. They’re smaller than you’re used to them being but better formed, and the bra holds them in a way that compliments their shape. You want to look away but you can’t.
“Bra’s cheating,” Rachel shouts out and your mother pulls the shirt closed and blushes.
“You weren’t meant to look!” she snaps.
“She’s right though,” Simone interjects. “She said to show him your tits. Wearing a bra is cheating.”
“I don’t think it is,” Sarah responds.
“We’ll vote,” Simone suggests. “All who think it is cheating?”
She holds up her hand, as does Rachel and one of the twins.
“All who don’t?” Sarah, the woman who looks like Rachel, your mother and the other twin all raise their hands.
“The accused doesn’t get to vote at their own trial,” Simone says and your mom slowly lowers her hand.
“Three vs three. That means you’re our tiebreaker,” says Simone as she looks at you. “What do you say? Bra or no bra?”
Your mouth seems to answer without your brain’s input, because before you can even start to think about this wild issue you hear yourself respond.
“No bra.”
“The no bras have it!” Simone yells. “Take it off!”
Simone, Rachel and the one twin all start to chant, “Take it off, take it off.” In all the commotion, you’re unsure if your own voice was in the mix too, given that it now seems to be acting independently of your mind.
Your mom blushes but puts a hand around behind her own back and unclasps her bra. It falls off with her shirt still hiding her now bare breasts.
“Okay, look away for real this time,” your mom says and everyone does, except for you. Slowly, she pulls her shirt apart and reveals her now uncovered tits and it is a sight to behold. If she wasn’t your mother, you’d probably crawl across the floor and suck them right now. They’re perfect, round and firm with perky little nipples perfect for wrapping a tongue around. You stare at them, taking in every inch of their smooth, unmarked skin and the round areolas begging for attention. Her nipples seem to have hardened, and given it is not the least bit cold in this room you can only imagine it’s the result of arousal.
Finally, she closes her shirt and hides them from you. You’re ashamed to say you’re disappointed to see them go and secretly hope someone else will dare her to do the same again, even if she is your own mom.
“Alright, who goes next?” Simone asks.
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