I certainly did increase my grip on my son too, and he just seemed to be loving it. He was a guy, and I knew all men loved seeing two ladies together,...even if they were his mom and sister. So, he had something grand to deal with too.Although, after a few minutes, she lifted her head. "How's that, Mom?" Amazing, babe, you're a sexy angel." I know, now why don't you prove it to your son by letting him go and letting him feel his cock inside your mouth? If he loves it even half as much as he loved. Friday evening I hurried home to get cleaned up so I could get out of the house before Mr. Insatiable arrived. After tossing all my dirty work cloths in the laundry room I headed to the shower. The door to the restroom off our bedroom was closed so I hit the master bathroom shower. As I was drying off I opened to door to unsteam the mirror. My wife called to me that she had laid me some cloths out. I said thank you babe. I lathered my face to shave and as I started I felt something cold touch. She sipped her drink and looked at Linda. "You should. It's fun." She cocked her head at my wife. "I would." "I'm not a slut," Linda countered. Then, as if realizing she might have insulted Denise, she stated proudly, "I'm a lazy lover." It was her badge of honor; I'd heard it before, too often, and always let it slide. The liquor and easy conversation, along with a sudden odd need to defend myself to Denise made me heave a sigh and shattered my reservations."You know," I said, turning to my. He seemed real concerned about the lines my bra made in my skin, so he told me not to wear one around the house. Only a T-shirt and some panties. He bought me some real small thin shirts. They rub up against my nipples and make them stand out. I think he likes to look at them like that. And now I don’t even wear panties around the house. Daddy likes to examine me all the time now, but especially at nighttime. And now he examines me in his bed. I have to get up on my knees and lay my.