Motherly.Last night on the couch, Did you let me see up your skirt on purpose? I mean did you catch me looking? Did you keep crossing your legs on pur...ose Mom?I saw them you know ;) your beautiful white see through panties.I remember last week when you and Dad came home a little drunk.You looked fantastic as always Mom in your tight white blouse and short black mini skirt.After a while I heard a snore from you on the couch. Me and Dad both looked at you then each other. "there's no point waking. I haven't come, I haven't touched myself Dee,I've...I've been good, been obedient, you can tell, I need to...I needyou!"Clair was panting, on her back with her legs bent at the knees, feetflat. I had my greasy middle finger stuck up her ass moving in and out,slowly but deeply. My other hand was underneath her bra squeezing hernipple as I alternated from left to right. Her skirt was around herwaist, panties off, heels still on as well as her thigh-highs. Her redsatin blouse was open and her. Across the room, the Alsatian echoed the sound with a whimper of his own. Not selfish or jealous, the faithful doggy did not begrudge the boy the same treat that he had so recently had from Catherine's magic mouth.Catherine slid her tongue out and bobbed her head forward. She tapped the tip of her saliva drenched tongue against the underside of Tommy's flaring crown. Then she drew back, savoring that first taste for a moment. His virgin cockmeat was scrumptious. Her tongue felt charged, as if. The skirt was so short and tight itwas certain when she walked her ass would show. Her legs clad withstockings to her mid thighs as if she were a lost stripper. Dangly hoopshung from each ear. She looked like Teresa, yet her lips were full, hermakeup was well, simply put slutty. I stopped staring as the realizationcame over me that I was now my wife, I was Teresa. Motionless I stoodstaring at the woman I was, I was my wife, but not the Teresa I hadmarried, I was the Teresa I had fantasized.