" Well, I'm not a girl. I'm a grown woman. More importantly, I'm not just a grown woman. I'm your mother. You've obviously been dating the wrong type ...f girl." Is there any other type?" Certainly there is. I find it hard to believe there aren't any self-respecting girls going to that school of yours. I'm sure you haven't even tried to meet a nice girl." They're all nice girls, Mom, but there's not a one that won't go to bed with me if I ask nicely. Let's face it. I'm just irresistible." You're. As well as jeans that seem to fit just right around his waist and ass, then fall a little baggy around his ankles. He is barefoot, because he must always take off his shoes before entering my room. He gets down on his knees and now I am barely taller than him. I glare at him, annoyed that it has come to this. Me standing in front of him completely naked, sexually frustrated, and in total control of the situation. He likes it when I'm mad at him. His face is inches away from my over sized. He had a raging hard on as the scene played through his mind again and again, one hand stroking the rock hard cock as he pictured what had happened. All he knew at that moment was that he wanted his sisters tight pussy again, wanted to feel her move against him until he flooded her with cum. A few minutes passed and he knew he wouldnt be able to sleep the way he was. He quietly got up and listened at his door. He could hear his parents breathing as they slept, completely unaware of what had. This time all three of them had beer in their hands and were drinking ... I was shocked to see Lana drinking considering her age. 12 was way too young to be drinking, but that was my opinion. I watched the three of them strip naked and slip into my hot tub. I kept my eyes on the two 18 year olds who were generally fondling each other than laughing and after a couple hours, Lana and her older sister Joyce got dressed and left. This left Rosalia alone in my hot tub. I left her to her devices to.