Push you hand into her panties and start toying with her pussy.
From Create Your Own Story
"But... are you sure it's a good id-oh!"
You're amused by her surprise when you shove your hand down the front of Stacy's pants. Only half of your fingers manage to slip inside of her panties but you immediately begin groping her. Rubbing at her mound from both inside and outside of her panties brings with it an unexpected combination of sensations. It's almost like two different sets of fingers are tracing and groping her sex at once. Stacy shudders briefly then slams her hands down on the counter with a moan.
You get enough buttons free on her blouse to easily slip your other hand in to grab hold of a sizable breast. Her nipples are already stiff.
"You're such a little slut aren't you?"
Stacy's only response is a long slow outward breath.
"Wearing this paper thin blouse to dinner," you continue. "And this skimpy fucking bra, you sure didn't wear that for my benefit." You roughly grope her tit, grinding the mesh material of the barely there bra into her hard nipple causing Stacy to swoon in your arms. "Don't tell me you didn't notice how Timmy was staring at you all through dinner. And the horny look in his eyes afterward... You like it when our youngest son give you that look, don't you?"
"It's not... I only-"
You interrupt her. "Take it off."
Stacy shakily unbuttons her blouse the rest of the way while you grope her. She arches her back as she slides it off her shoulders, pressing her ass back onto your confined cock. The blouse falls to the floor silently, leaving her in just the bra with her tits popped out the front. The fingers inside her panties are beginning to draw moisture from her folds.
"This is how you really wanted to dress for dinner, isn't it? You wanted your whole family to stare at your tits while you fondle yourself under the table.., especially Timmy. Am I wrong?"
"I wouldn't d-"
"You wanted to. You want to show yourself off. You want him to get hard over you."
Now her panties are getting wet. Two of your fingers are coated. She's widens her stance. You can feel her ass grind into you. Her arousal betrays anything she might say to the contrary.
"How about we do a topless Tuesday next week? You'll wear nothing but a pair of yoga pants. Timmy would love that. Is that what you want?"
"Mhmm...fuck..." She moans, her pussy contracting at the exact moment you mention Timmy's name.
"You fucking slut." You smile to yourself. "You'd fuckin do it too. I bet you'd strip naked for Timmy and suck him off for dessert."
"Mmmmmm..."
Stacy is seriously into this. "My god, you really want him, don't you?"
"Well... I mean..., Oh god... Yes. Alright, YES! I fucking want him. I want him so bad I can't think straight." Stacy's breathing is erratic, labored. Her tone near desperate. "I dunno..., what if..., would you want Jessie?"
You're taken back for a moment. Was that an offer? Is she trying to make a trade?
Realizing you've stopped your ministrations you plunge your fingers deep into her cunt.
"AH! Oohh. Umm... Heather? Do you want Heather?"
You pull your hand away from her tits and return it swiftly, smacking them loudly and inducing more moans from Stacy. She twirls around to face you, leaving your fingers embedded in her pussy but holding them still, forcing Stacy to grind against them for some semblance of relief.
"FUCK! Steven. Please. What do you want from me? I'll do anything. Just stop teasing me and fuck me! Fuck this little slut like you fucking mean it!"
