What else could she do, she wondered, as she felt her son's giant prick pop out of her clutching cunt as he fell to his knees between her legs."What a...e you doing home?" Greg finally asked as he leaned back from his mother, playing the game to the hilt. "I thought you were going over to Betty's?" I can't believe it," Amanda feigned disbelief, "I come home and find my brother fucking my mother and all they can say is 'What are you doing home?" OH, My little Mandy," Joan cried out, "What can I. " And as he was, probably from the sound of it... undressing completely he said " I want you to rip those nylons and finger that clit" Then I heard the rip of nylon I knew so well. See I am totally turned on by women in pantyhose, so this was a total turn on to me. I could actually hear her fingering herself. She was wet as hell and I could hear her fingers sloshing away in her soaking wet pussy. Then my father said, " are you ready for this? Do you think you deserve it as I heard him slapping. He cupped the round packages and gave them a squeeze. “MMMMNGH!!!” “Easy, Dee,” he said quietly, lifting her hair and planting soft kisses along her neck. She just looked too delicious to resist. He nibbled her ear lobes and took her shoulders in his large hands, kneading them through the thin material. Her movements gradually slowed. He knew what she liked; he felt the tension in her muscles melt away as he firmly manipulated them. Her body felt warm and soft and her perfume clung lightly to. Sam and I looked at each other and shook our heads. "That's not going to last," Sam said."Why's that?" I asked."Jon is very shy and Cindi is very outgoing. Don't you see how uncomfortable Jon seems?"I watched them for a minute then had to agree.We also noticed that Grace Harter was sitting beside Andy and that he had his arm around her. That didn't seem to be bothering Sarah Beth or Dalia at all. Both of them were talking to Grace and smiling at her. Sam and I figured she'd be joining Andy's.