Far from old and to me she was beautiful. I even pulled out a joint and lit it up. Not for the first time I shared a joint with my Mother. That seemed...to relax her quite nicely. She curled up on the couch with her head on my lap. She shifted a bit and it pulled her shirt down to the point of barely covering her left breast. The thin soft material did nothing to hide her stiff nipples. I tried not to ogle my own Mother as I stroked her long thick dark hair. I shifted trying to hide my semi from. "Not yet." You hear me. Your body hears me. A fourth finger, and I see your brow furrow in frustration. "No." You bite down harder on your lip. I tuck my thumb in now and push so that my whole hand disappears inside you. I am rotating my hand at the wrist ever so slowly, the bones of my knuckles pressing deeply into the spot within you that I, and only I, have ever owned. Your eyes threaten to shut. Your whole body trembles with the explosion that is just one "yes, now" away. You feel rage. All this while he is still rubbing. For the first time, Milan doesn't start by unbuttoning my pants. Instead, he takes off my shirt. He kisses my nipples and then moves back up to continue our extensive kissing. "I want to feel you inside me, cutie." "Can't do that with my clothes still on," I say and I pull down my trousers and underwear all at once. I jump out of it and continue our kiss, this time with my hard dick out in the open. Milan absentmindedly strokes me. We keep on kissing and I. He was a little bit hesitant to do so, but with alittle prodding, I got him to pick one out.I gave him a pair of my panties and a training bra and let him get dressedin the outfit he picked out before I came back in and did his makeup. Hewas on cloud nine throughout the whole thing. I enjoyed it so much that italmost didn't feel strange to me. I had to admit to myself that I likedour relationship a whole lot better when he was my little sister insteadof my little brother.This went on for a few.