“A damn sight more tidy than when I did the housework!”I had to laugh at that. Sue's domestic skills had always been a bit lackadaisical.“Oh my ...od, Sue! I can't believe this!”“It's no dream, my dear.”“But how? I mean, when did this all start?”Sue gave a little smirk.“Things were not been going so well, as you know. Then I found his stash of femdom wankmags” — she spat the words out with venom — “which explaind his lack-lustureperformance in the you-know-where department” — Sue had always been. Now off you go, there’s no point in both of us losing sleep.’ I was still in the kitchen when Peter got out of bed. I heard the en-suite shower hiss into life. I put on the percolator to brew fresh coffee to replace the vast quantities that I had consumed during the night. Becky was the first into the kitchen, bleary eyed and still half asleep she gave me a hug. ‘Don’t worry Mummy, it will work out for the best.’ ‘Thanks Darling, you don’t realise how much it means to me to have your support.’. They were trying to bore their way through the material of her bra. I was fighting the urge to grasp them. I just sat and stared at those glorious melons. I noticed mum’s eyes were looking down… I was not sure if just to avert our eyes from meeting or whether she was interested in the bulge forming in my shorts. “Come closer mum” Hesitantly she took a couple of small steps forward. I could now easily reach out and take hold of the soft fleshy tits… and with still the same bravado that I seem to. " I moaned as I listened. My pussy slurped noisily as it received its vigorous treat. I knew I was close to cumming already. I had been teased and denied for so long, that I felt I might just slip over the edge at any moment. I shook myself, knowing I could not let that happen. Instead, I focused on accepting Mistress' plug. "Just a little further, sweetie. Push, push. Open up and slide your tight, pink ring over the bulb." The woman's fingers started pressing into my G-spot and I shrieked in.