Her neck swayed as I kissed her, her hands were loosening with every kiss of mine. My lips had reached close to hers. Inches away from her lips, I saw...her eyes close and felt her hot breath on my face.I could feel her legs close and her thighs brush tight. I had my lips placed on my mom’s lips. My lips part as she let her lips allow me to suck on her. My hands had let her free. Her hands were stuck to the wall.I didn’t waste a minute more, I grabbed mom and turned her towards the mirror. We. I have owned this top since high school, a present from my first boyfriend, and whilst it is now way too short and tight to wear out in public, I still love sleeping in it. I love the way my 32C boobs fill it out, and for an old throwaway shirt, guys never fail to make their pleasure at seeing me in it known. Against my wishes to fall back asleep I feel my morning horniness beginning to creep through me. My nipples rub agonisingly against my shirt and I savour the way the chill of the air. I loved the surprised look on her face as my cum must have made its presence better known as her cheeks pressed down on the chair. We sat there, the three of us, drinking tea and eating all the pastries. I managed to get my cock down, helped along by imagining it lying across an anvil in front of my father who was wielding a huge hammer. I don't know what my mother was thinking. For all appearances, she could have been at a church social. Mom declined another pastry just after I accepted. ‘Angel.’ Now why on earth had she introduced herself as that? She supposed it must be because Jo was Jock’s friend. She decided it was a rather nice feeling to be known by a different name. It somehow mattered that it distanced the connection to her other self and the whole experience. ‘How did you get into playing like that?’ Jo laughed. ‘A long story, starting with being made to play the piano, but getting better!’ Angel grinned, then remembered that Anthea had asked her to help. ‘Sorry — I.