‘Your old lady doesn’t scrub up too bad, does she?’ Mom said whilst moving into the classic model’s pose of hands on hips and one foot in fron... of the other.I had to admit, she was absolutely stunning. Mom is thirty-nine but has the figure of a girl ten years younger. It was just as well in that dress she was wearing. It was full length, black, strapless, with a split up the front to just above the knee. Any bulges in the wrong place would have made it look terrible, but everything looked good. My cock was straining against my pants. She leaned back, breaking our kiss as her hands traced up her body. She grabbed her tits and while looking at me, bit her lip as she rubbed her hands up and down. I leaned forward wanting to touch her as she put a hand on my chest and pushed me against the sofa. She quickly grabbed my belt and pants and undid them. My cock had a little more room. She reached behind me, pulled my pants away, and down until they were at my ankles. She slowly grabbed my cock. Her hand explored and then she broke the kiss and looked at me as she stroked me.I said softly, "The way you sucked my tongue, I'm dying for you to suck my cock."She let out a noise like a small whine and closed her eyes and moved until her head was in my lap and she was swallowing my cock. My instincts had been right. I had my share of blow jobs through high school and college but nothing like this. Pam loved cock, she bobbed and sucked and licked and then deep throated me. I fucked her face. Iris held a bawling Marisa. My baby sister had her arms out, pleading for my mother to hug her. The only response she got was mumbled and confused words.Everyone looked at me when I stepped into the room. Marisa scrambled out of Iris's arms and jumped into mine. She buried her face in my neck and cried even harder."Stay!" I said to the other two females before carrying Marisa to her room. She did not know anything more than our mother had been hurt somehow. I whispered softly to her until she.