As Emily silently ate her breakfast, keeping her body on full display for her brother Todd, she heard the sound of stairs faintly creaking. Maybe it's...Jack, she thought excitedly. Before Emily knew what was happening, though, she felt a slender arm wrap around her slim waist, and suddenly her mother Chelsea was there, naked as she was, leaning in to kiss her.It's not Jack, but it's almost as good, Emily thought. Smiling wickedly, she put down her yogurt and leaned in to kiss her mother, eagerly. "Do I answer, or should I stay mute? She raises an eyebrow."Yes, Madam."It's the right answer."Now remove your clothes. All of them. Fold them neatly and place them in front of you."I strip, under her gaze, folding each item carefully as she has told me. All the while she stares, as if examining a purchase that's just been delivered. My nakedness embarrasses and intimidates me, but she passes no comment.My clothes are in a neat pile before me, shoes placed on top. My hands, now unoccupied, as. She had made sure she was properly "lubed" before she came to bed. Atfirst he was gentle, but slowly built to a frenzy. She felt his cockexpands and pump it's warm fluid deep inside. They lay together panting,then drifted off to sleep.That was last night, now he just wanted a quickie.He pushed her onto her front and straddled her. He lined himself up andslid in smoothly. She let out a small yelp. It still hurt when he wentall the way in that quickly. She felt her small cock rub against thefront. Was it hairy? Trimmed? Had she pulled her knickers aside to get to herself? Was she even wearing any?I thought I could hear a faint slopping sound now. I continued to tug at my engorged penis. I was so full it almost hurt, it was a deep yanking feeling I was giving myself. Rubbing would have made a noise. I had to stand perfectly still and just pull, very hard, and very quietly.Yes. Her cunt was slopping as she fingered herself faster. She groaned quietly, a bare teethed a****l snarl of.