The physical sensation of her moist, velvety insides wrapped tightly around my pulsating pole, combined with the realisation I was actually fucking my...sister, was a mind blowing cocktail. I wanted the moment to last forever, but sadly, like most 17 year old boys I was on a short fuse. I clenched my buttocks, trying to prevent the inevitable. I held on for maybe a minute, two at best.“I’m…I’m gonna cum…” I panted.“No, not yet, try to hold on.” Alice pleaded.“I’m sorry!” I gasped, as my balls. We hit three shoestores before we found the right shoes according to mom. Black, they weresandals with a three inch heel, straps set in a flower design and an anklestrap. The purse we found at another shop."Now that we have all that done," mom said, "lets stop at my salon and getyou an appointment for Saturday afternoon."I knew that was on her agenda and did not say a word as we stopped at hersalon on the way home. Inside, I was introduced as Kathy, and to mysurprise, nobody gave me a funny. She’d repeatedly thrown herself at Rebecca’s mercy and begged for forgiveness. She’d ambushed her in the hallways and in the locker room. She’d called, emailed, texted. She’d even driven to her house once, only to be turned away by Rebecca’s mother. It was clear. Rebecca had cut her out completely. Like a cancerous tumor. She wanted nothing to do with her anymore, with the exception of enjoying her pain from afar. As far as Rebecca was concerned, she deserved every bit of it. Rachel could get. I threw her on the sofa and jumped on her. I lifted her petticoat to her waist. Her milky thighs and a bit of her wet panty were visible.Mom locked her legs around me. My dick was on her pussy. Just my boxer and her panties were in the middle of it.I started kissing her neck and my mom started moaning after some time. I lifted her again like that and then I sat on the sofa.Mom got on top of me. We again started kissing and I unhooked my mom’s blouse and bra and released her boobs. She then.