Nicole was wearing a nightshirt. As she laid back down on the couch, her nightshirt came up just enough that I could see she wasn't wearing any panti...s. We talked and chatted for a while. As we talked, she started to relax more and more. From where I was sitting, Nicole couldn’t help brushing her bare feet against me. After awhile she became totally relaxed and had her feet resting in my lap, allowing me to massage her toes and ankles as we talked. My large soft hands felt so good to Nicole. The doors opened and half a dozen servants walked in pushing trolleys laden with food, fruit and wine. “Time to eat” said jack as he rose out of the water, I could not help myself I was looking at his body in an admiring sexual way, his firm buttocks, muscle toned abs and legs, then he turned to his mother and offered his hand to her, I noticed his cock was semi erect and had all sorts of thoughts running through my head, was I always Bi curious but never acknowledged it before, who knows as I. He was moving his hands up and down my thighs trying to get a good feel. I needed more immediate attention. His cock was pressed against my backside and it felt nice but I needed more concentrated pressure. I was grinding back against him and we built up a good rhythm.My breasts were leaking through my shirt and onto the yoga mat. I knew he said he liked my milky breasts but apart of me feared being rejected due to the uncontrollable milk constantly leaking from them.His hands were now. Vulnerable, wide open. I bend down, circle my mom’s cunt lips with my mouth and I want to finish what Christine started. “Oh shit, Oh fuck, Mark you’re my son, you shouldn’t be doing this. Oh fuck, I shouldn’t be feeling this horny.” And then I pull my old trick, I know aunt Christine loves this, but of course, having fucked mom only once, I didn’t try it with her. I take my middle finger, put it up her ass and start toying with her “g” spot. Then she screams: “Wholly shit, what is this? Oh.