“Congratulations, son, I’m proud of you,” he said. “What school is it?”I was so excited by the acceptance, I had forgotten to look. I glance... at the letterhead and chuckled. “Fairfield University,” I announced. It was the same college Fiona attended.Fiona smiled and squealed with delight. “My little bro is going to the same college that I go to. I’m so excited.” Mom showed very little reaction, with only a slight smile and shaking her head.“Good, you can use some of Fi’s old textbooks and save. .." I said, not quite knowing what to say exactly. It was kind of embarrassing to be discussing whether or not I would find seeing my mother naked a turn on. It wasn't exactly like something I had ever consciously thought a whole lot about. Maybe not in the way that some boys have, I suppose. She smirked playfully, as if suddenly finding all of this just as amusing as I had. "Besides," she teased, getting back at me for teasing her, "You would be too embarrassed to tell me if you were turned. I released the sheets and wrapped my arms around his back.He was now pushing a little harder, with more rhythm. I have the feeling of my thighs being buried into the mattress with each significant thrust against me. In a while I was feeling him coming to a crescendo, in and out – in and out – pistoning my pussy with his arched cock. Breathing harder – harder. Absolute bliss feeling that powerful tool kneading my love tunnel. It wasn’t long before I felt my belly convulse and felt the orgasm. ”“I’m in favor of that.”Brittany reached down and gave my balls her normal squeeze, and both of them rolled out of bed. Neither put any clothes on. I watched two totally different but incredible asses leave the room. I heard them downstairs as they talked and laughed. Dishes were rattling, and the refrigerator was opened and closed several times. Somehow, I suspected something devious was being planned.They came up the stairs and all they had was three glasses of orange juice. “That does not.