I kept them behind a loose board under my bed and I sometimes worried that the smell of the years of soaked-in semen would give away my hiding place, ...ut Mom had little time for housework and certainly had no interest in cleaning my room. I never stole another pair of my mom's or my sister's underwear, I remained faithful to the garments that had inspired my first orgasm.I spent my weekday evenings sitting in the same chair staring up my mother's skirt pretending I was watching TV, but I didn't. You look as well and see a little puddle of pussy juice on her seat. The two of you laugh as Danielle starts to move up and down your rod. Your hands move to her tits and you starts to squeeze them softly. Danielle rolls her eyes as you do this because it’s the most predictable move. But she doesn’t blame you. She knows how much you love her tits – and how much you hate that they’re being contained by a bra and a shirt. Suddenly you hear two voices. Danielle and you freeze as you recognize the. It wasn't clear whether she was actually reading it or just day-dreaming behind it. In either case, I was feeling extremely horny and my gorgeous mother was looking decidedly fuckable. I didn't see any reason to hang back from acting on impulse. So I came up to her chair and cupped her underneath her big, firm breasts. As I massaged those fine, full titties in both hands, I asked her where Daddy was."Mmmmmmmm, who knows? Working late again, probably," Mom replied pressing my hands over her tits. So not wanting to miss such an opportunity, I wrapped both my arms tightly around her and pressed my raging hard-on against her sikly firm croutch. Like a hot stick of sweet corn butter Jan seemed to instantly melt and mold tightly against me as my tongue slowly darted between her red painted cherry tasting young sissy fem lips! So for five wonderful uninterpted minutes, we tightly embrassed while sharing our mutual effeminine personalities in such close understanding. Yes two super excited.