The problem was that my sister was wearing an outfit that did not so much suggest French Maid as scream it in the dirtiest French possible. My sister,...all five foot nothing of her, was propped up in shiny black stiletto heels that made her well-proportioned legs look like two sticks of edible dynamite. Those legs were encased in sheer black stockings that led up to a black and white skirt that might have been classy if it was several (and then several more) inches longer. Her ample chest was. 'God Jack how many times have I to tell you, ' she said standing there in the passageway. I picked her up and gave her a kiss on the lips, but no mother son kiss, for I had been screwing my mother for about two years now.'She asked me to put her in the pudding club, mum. Did you have something to do with this?' I asked patting her on the bottom.'Well she was so upset, I kind of suggested it when she told me about the results of George's sperm count. I knew you would like to get between Sarah's. She was going wild now. After a few moments I sat back down after taking my pants and underwear off. She turned to face me smiling, sank to her knees in a sexy way and came right up to my cock and in one move took it all the way in her mouth. I gasped! Oh my was that the best feeling, and on top of that seeing her do it nearly sent me over the edge.I stopped her for a few seconds to get my grip and let her go on. She began a slow rhythm at first, building it up gently as she bobbed up and down.. She looked to be around 14, and was pretty. She had shoulder length brown hair, and a slim body. Again, the fact that most of the town bordered on the woods helped. I had another couple of pairs of toy handcuffs, and another rag. I followed her home a couple of times and found that she lived where I knew a boy of around the same age lived. I figured it must be a cousin that was staying with them. My chance soon came. She didn’t walk directly by the woods, but she did go by some.