Millie couldn't believe her eyes as she watched her son beat his meat.He pinched the tip of his massive cockhead and Pattie giggled and pushed his han... aside. She captured his cockhead between her thumb and forefinger and Millie stopped breathing as she watched the perversion."Okay, you do it," Millie heard John say.Out on the porch, she shivered in the evening breeze. What kind of children had she spawned? It was bad enough that Pattie was obviously no virgin. But they were sister and brother. She still had all her clothes on and was still wearing her blouse, her sexy patterned stockings and her knee length boots. Her shapely legs were wide apart. Her right leg was dangling helplessly over the right arm rest, while her left leg was raised high, the heel of her left boot resting against the edge of the desk in front of her. She moaned again as she continued to stroke her pussy with one hand, while caressing up and down the material of her stockings of her left thigh with the other.. Most of Jim's friends were consoling, even thought it was clear they didn't really want to talk to her. One of them might have been hitting on her. (He didn't know her very well). At the end of the night, after a lot of wine, Jim's mother offered a tearful apology and said they should try to begin again, now that they were all each other had left of Jim. Amina said she'd like that (knowing that nothing would ever come of it). They offered to let her stay the night there, but she turned them. My breasts, ample at 36c, pressed against the soft silk bra that held them beneath my dress and were suddenly sensitive as the seeds of lust took firm root. I could feel my nipples harden and press forward as though searching for escape, eager to be touched. Lower down, the heat between my legs felt as though it had reached boiling point, the entrance to my pussy was no longer moist, but soaking my panties as its juices leaked in a stream from my wet hole. My eyes I knew would be glazed as I.