"Let me see."I hated trying on clothes with my mother. She never seems to believe me.I stepped out of the booth in my stockinged feet."Yes, those look...great on you," my mother said. "Pull up your shirt andspin around so I can see the waist."I dutifully followed her instructions. The clerk was now smiling at meand her eyes dropped a couple times to my feet. I realized then what Ihad done. I had flashed the waistband and panty of my hose to my motherand the sales clerk."I think those will do,". Odors of her recent sex drifted to our nostrils, just what she planned by not showering before the meal. She would remain lightly or not at all dressed for most of the weekend, wanting to stimulate our action and proudly show off the results thereof.For three nights and two days, Sandy screwed, slept, and swapped; her snatch sensuously stimulating semen shots at every opportunity. With her imagination and passions running wild, we men struggled to keep up with her. I had acquired some samples. I was becoming obsessed with my niece. I went back to the living room and continued watching my video. Claire came out and sat right next to me. She was wearing a long T-shirt that fell to her upper thigh. She sat back and crossed her legs exposing much of her thigh. I had a raging hard-on, making a bulge in my shorts. “You said you watched porn. Where, at home?” “On my laptop in my room. Wanna’ watch some now. This movie might as well be porn.” She caught me unaware. “I don’t know if I should. Some wine and cheese from the Hessmandaughters and Katie brought a veggie tray.Nicole said, "Do all moms read Emily Post?"We all laughed. Seeing the Maypole, I asked Nicole. "Why today and noton the first?"Nicole said, "Sunday is for Church. We might have a small problem; mybrother Larry can't go anywhere because he is on probation. My mom andgrandparents are out of town seeing some of the family and won't beback for a week. I hope he stays in his room." So if he acts up, we give him the tree.