"Just a little suck, Maurie," he teased her, pushing it in farther, "Please."Gently closing her lips down around the bulbous head of her son's cock, s...e started to close her teeth down on it. The instant her teeth touched the tender skin of his dickhead, she saw him draw his hand back to strike her. This time it was a fist and not an open hand."I don't think I would do that," he warned her, "or you won't have any teeth left to bite with when I get through with you."Glaring up at him with hatred. I love that and I think you will enjoy it too. There is nothing better than a woman sucking another woman's tits." Jan began to suck like she was nursing and Liz told how good it felt. By now Liz had her robe off and had Jan's robe open. Liz kept playing with Jan's tits as she ran a hand down to her pussy and began to rub her clit. She said "Your pussy is very wet. Do you like my touch? I like how good your body feels." She rubbed her clit a lot then slid a finger into Jan's fuck hole and began. My little sisters were plain, white, so girlish and innocent. I caught just a flash of her downy, brown pubic hair before her pleats fell back in place, blocking my view. Then they all reached their arms into their tops.The crowd started cheering us now. I saw them standing, young boys staring at us with hungry eyes as the cheerleaders they fapped to after every game or imagined they were fucking when they were with their girlfriends, took off their sports bras. Like with Linh and me, my. He is so alone nowadays."Only her father called my mother Beth. My dad and his father always called her Liz. I had not heard any one call her Elizabeth. Despite my teenaged angst to rise to dizzying heights of snobbish sophistication my roots were strong enough to realise when to give in gracefully. The idea of visiting an 'old lonely man' with cooked food was antithesis to my life's philosophy, I had shared with my friends in Brahmin culture bred aloofness.I missed my just becoming active sex.