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“We won’t, door’s locked.” I move closer, running my finger under the strap of her dress. “Take this off for me, Bellamy. Show me that gorgeous body.”

I imagine her soft, sweet laugh of shyness, can practically smell her skin, and slowly move my hand down to take my hard, aching cock out of my trunks.

“You don’t have to hide from me, baby. Let me see.”

Eyes cast at the floor, and a pretty blush to her cheeks, she slides her dress off inch by inch, baring her huge, amazing tits to me.

“Gorgeous,” I growl, palming them. “Are these for me?”

She nods, pushing into my hands with the sexiest moan.

My dick twitches in my grip and I squeeze, stroking myself as fast and hard as I’m breathing.

“Jefferson,” my name is a breathy plea, “put your mouth on me.”

I hoist her up on the counter and she lets out a little squeal just before I bend, taking one nipple in my mouth. She purrs, grabbing my hair. “More,” she begs. “Feels so good.”

I move my hand up and down my dick even faster, her naughty begging filling my head until it falls back and I groan, long and loud, as I come.

With a sigh of both relief and disappointment, I open my eyes, staring at myself in the mirror.

“You’re pathetic. Jacking off to the fantasy of some girl you’ve seen twice?” I berate my reflection. “And tits only? If you’re gonna play with yourself like a horny teenager, at least get her panties off. Jesus!”

I literally just chewed my own ass for coming before I got to the pretend pussy. Yeah, I think it’s safe to say I’ve hit an all-time low. No more of this bullshit. I clean myself up, change into clean trunks and a shirt my mom will approve of, then head downstairs with a new determination…and a new plan.

Get through this party, call a buddy and hit some clubs. I need a twenty-one or older distraction,with touchable body parts, who doesn’t know my sister.

“There you are! Care to join us?” My mom heads me off at the bottom of the staircase. “And thank you. That shirt’s much better. Although,” she winks, “I do love the D.”

Well, that takes care of any lingering chub I was packing. Thank you, mother.

“Go help your dad with the grilling,” she chokes out past her laughter…enjoying the look on my face I’m sure.

“Yes Ma’am.” I kiss her cheek and start to go do as told, but she stops me.

“What’s wrong with you?” She cups both my cheeks and gives me the “Mom look.”

“Nothing, I’m great.” I smile unnaturally wide. Big mistake, she’s a bloodhound for overcompensation. Or lying. Or…anything really.

“My boy,” she tsks. “Lying straight to his mama’s face. Try again.”

“Just got a lot on my mind with school coming up and work. I’m fine Mom, I promise.”

“School comes first, and you’re almost done. Do I need to tell your dad to lay off at work some? ‘Cause I will! He better not…”

Oh shit, she’s getting all worked up. I better do damage control before she goes and jumps my dad’s ass over an off-the-cuff lie.

“Mom,” I gently grab both her shoulders. “It’s nothing he did, soplease, not a word to him. I’m just thinking out a project. It’s fine.”

That right brow, her suspicious one, arches and she gives me a doubting scowl. “You covering for him?”

“No,” I laugh. “Now please, stop worrying. Tonight’s about Brynny. Let’s go have a good time.”

“Okay,” she drawls out, still deciding if she believes me or not, but heads outside and thankfully, doesn’t march straight for my dad.

The party’s in full swing, but I don’t seekherout. Rather, I walk to one of the coolers and grab a beer, then go join my dad at the grill.

“Son,” he doesn’t look up, “staying the night here, I see.”

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