Soak Shereen's shirt

The finger sped up even more and Shereen's mom's legs started quivering and her breathing became erratic it looked like she was going to fall over but she leaned, back, her body arching, her hips thrusting toward Shereen.

Your friend's face was bright red and her eyes were locked on the chess board. They flashed up to yours and her face was a mixture of surprise, pleading for help, and...turned on? No. Hazy with lust. Part of her was embarrassed and either the embarassement was turning her on or she was embarassed that she was turned on.

She bit her lip and it was the sexiest thing you'd ever seen her do. Her pulse was pounding in her neck, and then her mom moaned loud and low and Shereen's eyes turned into half-lidded slits. She hunched up as if she knew what was coming...and then it happened.

Shereens' mom cut loose. Her pussy started getting wetter, and then her honey started splattering off her fingers. She pulled her fingers out of her snatch and started fanning her other hand over her clit and her pussy didn't squirt; it exploded. Coating her daughter. The chess board. The floor. Her own thighs. It was everywhere! Hell, some of it even hit you.

But Shereen was dripping. Her shirt was soaked through; her dark bra barely showing against her skin. Her hair was soaked and the juice, still gushing in spurts from her mother's cunt not a foot behind her head, started running down Shereen's face.

Shereen didn't move. It didn't look like she was petrified, it looked like she was...