It was then that she heard her own ID band go through its little de-activation routine.“Oh, great” Susan moaned, “ ... that wasn’t supposed to...happen until tomorrow morning. Oh, well, back to awful old clothes again.” As Susan said this she was looking down at her ID band around her ankle as it gave its one long red blink then emit its final de-activation pips. After the ID band had given its three short pips and one long pip Susan looked up again.Susan looked up and was expecting to see Jack. Currently Martha was asslicking Jeff as he wacked off , she was of medium height & was only allowed to do the nasty things with her son/master . Her breasts weren't huge , but Jeff had her get the nipples pierced. Also Martha had a small tramp stamp with his initials . When they were in the cabin , she always called him master. On the mainland , she treated him like a son but she always remembered he was in charge. Last week Jeff had jammed his whole fist up her cunt & now whenever she walked. I felt Paul change positions. I opened my eyes to find Paul laying on his side now. His cock was inches from my face. The head of it was shiny with the pre-cum leaking from the tip. I could see the veiny shaft pulse as it expanded and contracted. I could smell a muskiness emanating from him. Staring at his cock just inches away from my face my instinct was telling me I should recoil, but I didn't.Paul was patient. He didn't try to force himself on me. I knew what he wanted. I didn't think I. Her butt cheeks were peeking out of the bottoms, and her cleavage was busting out. The lacy bra was transparent in some spaces between the patterns, so I could barely make out the outlines of her nipples. The areolas looked very big. I just don't think she realizes that I'm a growing teen with hormones; otherwise she wouldn't wear these types of things."Ok, I'll clean it up," I said mesmerized by my mom's hot body."Thank you sweetie," she said brushing past me and reaching up to give me a peck.