As I approached home I sen my mom was home. I had no way of hiding the egg. I knew she would want to talk when i got in so going straight to my bedroo... was not going to happen. I decided i had to throw the egg away. As soon as I grabbed the pantyhose out of the egg, my pecker started throbbing. The feel of pantyhose in my hand was so exciting. I couldnt imagine what they must feel like when put on. I stuffed the pantyhose down my pants and walked in. My mom wanted to talk of course. We chatted. Her body was amazing, and I could not help but stare.Hr ass was a sculpted piece of work, round and taut in a perfect teenage fashion, and her skin looked so smooth that I had to hold myself back from taking a taste. One of her legs was bent, and her thighs looked amazing, firm and full as they ran down from her ass. Like her mother, she had a tiny waist that flared in from her slender hips, and she had her arms extended out over her head, her blonde hair astray across her shoulders and arms.. "Yes Mistress," Margie smiled and loped cutely up the stairs.Marta turned to Joe sharing his smile. "How's the feast?" I'm enjoying it actually. It's such a different activity from work. Believe me I need difference. I'm pacing myself, so there's no stress. It's sort of meditative." Good my loveable lunkhead. When Marianne wakes, we'll work on the pies." I should have everything prepped or cooking by then."They shared a lingering kiss. "I'll go down and check on George," Marta decided. "Have. "Hey Chris, I saw th---." There standing in my doorway holding her towel was Jessica staring straight at my semi-hard cock. I froze, standing there now my shorts at my ankles, in full view of my 15 year old cousin. After what seemed like forever, she turned, left my room, and shut the door. After pulling my bathing suit on, and thinking to myself about how I was going to handle this, I left my room wondering if she took her stuff with her when she ran out of my house heading for who.