"I'm just saying-" Emma, I can't believe you. I thought you had morals. Did I not teach you morals?" My mom scolded me."Mom! That's enough!" Ethan sto...d up and yelled."Ethan, I've already told you that I'm talking to Emma," my mom said in a calm angry voice."And mom, I've already told YOU that it was me who initiated all of this. Not Emma. Don't blame her. If you're going to blame anyone it should be me!" Ethan raised his voice again."Ethan, come with me please, let's let your mother and Emma. I looked down at Sandra. What th&hellip,&hellip, Sandra started to say. She had no sooner started to say something with her mouth wide open when Tony had lost his balance and his huge mushroom shaped penis head entered her mouth. I saw Tony beginning to fall forward so I grabbed what was left of his jean shorts. I tried to pull him away from Sandra. To my horror the jeans ripped in my hands. Instead of pulling Tony back and away from Sandra I had pushed him forward. I looked down at Sandra. I. Mom and I. Had to start over," she answered awkwardly."Yeah, I know that feeling. I had to move somewhere when I left my wife," I told her."Divorced, huh? I should be so lucky. I'm 25 and still live with Mama. The kicker is that she is 43 and looks so young that people think that we're sisters," she chuckled at her own situation."Maybe that sense of humor is why, if you got it from her. One of the few Bible verses I still agree says that laughter is a great medicine, or something like that. I. I was already hard before I found them. At the time, I was still a bit afraid of the idea of incest and didn't even think to play with her panties or bra, but I did in later years. Her socks were what I wanted most of all anyway. When I found them, I held them to my nose and deeply inhaled her foot odor. It took a bit of effort just to capture the scent, because her feet rarely sweat. I put one sock on my cock, making sure that the part that touched her foot was now enveloping my cock. I turned.