My brother had started fingering our mom’s cunt by then.Then he pushed her head down and she responded by taking his dick into her mouth. Slowly, hi... dick went in out into her mouth.“You like my dick, mom?”“Mhmm….”, she responded.My brother slowly increased his pace and at times, he took out his saliva-smeared dick and slapped it mom’s lips, face, and boobs.After a while, he put mom on the bed on her back and licked and sucked her boobs and nipples. He was even biting them while fingering mom’s. We talked as best as we could over the loud music all the time running our fingers around in our hands. Finally the band started playing a slow song, and I asked her to dance. I started to hold her hands for the slow dance, but she flung my hands to the side and put her arms around me. She held me tight. I held her tight. Her warm body felt wonderful next to me. After the dance, we went back to our chairs and continued the conversation. When the band took a break about an hour later, I. After a moment, in the voice he recognized as the one she used during psychoanalysis of her wayward love interest, she said, "Say it again, Scott." Shit!" Say it again, Scott." This time, to his relief, he heard just the tiniest bit of tease in her voice."I... I... I want..." No," she interrupted. "Like you said it before." Now he could clearly hear the laughter she was holding back. "You started by saying, 'Teresa... ' she prompted."Oh god. I... I mean... Teresa... Will you marry me?"She. "He's right. Nobody has ever asked me out, or Bobby. Kevin is the first, and we honestly don't know how to handle it." I can't believe that," Nitya said, shaking her head. "I mean, you're beautiful, Vicky!" Maybe," she replied, smiling, "but I also hang out with two guys, so everyone assumes I'm taken. Which, well, I am, we all are, but still. I know that hasn't stopped guys from asking other girls." So, why did you..." Partly just to see what Kevin would do," Bobby said. "You know, embarrass.