Out of the corner of my eye my mom started to move around like something had bothed her and half way woke her up. My mom blinked a couple times and sa...d that wine really did a number on her. I laughed a little bit hoping she would go back to sleep so I could continue my search but of course she didn't. Talking woke her up a little bit more and she began to get her second wind. Desperately trying to shield my throbbing erection with my arm and navigate away from the porn site before my mother. But why did she say she was wearing pantyhose when she wasn't? Why say they did it on the sofa instead of the bedroom? I decided to file the story away. Maybe some day in the future I can spring this on her and find out what this was all about.Susan came over to me and put her arms around my neck and asked "Are youangry with me for doing this?"I said "I'm hurt but not angry. I wish this didn't happen but I know it was my own fault so I will just have to live with it."Susan pulled my face to. The dad would have a huge cum at least it always seemed like you’d be drowning when he came. It would leak out the sides of our mouth, but even very early on we both learned to swallow as much of his load as possible. Remember this started softly at *ix and by *ight we were pros. After the dad would cum he’d always go back and put his robe on and he’d be done for the most part. We’d finish soon with the mom and then it would be done. Later as we got a bit older they’d ask us to 69 each other. Then comes the first touch. A hand moves over my body, the faintest caress. It glides up my inner thigh, teasingly skirting the open lips of my cunt, sliding over my hips, my stomach, my rib-cage and finally to my tits. The pressure increases, my right tit is gripped and kneaded; the touch has become abrupt, almost callous. My left tit is gripped as well, and then both hands squeeze; relentless, unyielding pressure. The pain builds and builds and I cry out. I hate to show weakness so early on,.