It was amazing at how my mind worked as I walked out of the room. The sight of seeing my own mom fucking her brother, while their mom joined them, did...’t even phase me. It was sex and that was all that mattered to me. They were insatiable for his stiff organ and although he had fucked me really well, I wanted something new and different, even if it was smaller, which was most likely going to be the case. I arrived at the club early and was working the crowd and dancing on a side stage, while. Zoe arrived home, slamming the door as she entered, but the house was empty, her mom had gone out with one of her friends. Since the divorce came through a few months ago, her mom had gone a bit wild, going out several times a week, and drinking plenty of wine.Zoe made her way to her bedroom, still emotionally loaded with both anger and frustration. She began to undress, pulling her sweatshirt over her head, she noticed herself in the bedroom mirror. Her breasts were now a B cup and filled her. Suddenly I felt very self-assured, in charge, so much more mature than this astonished boy. And to ensure he knew I meant what I said, I placed my hand on his pajama pants, right on his crotch. Something big stirred under the flannel, something exciting and tempting. Tim was silent too, now, as if he only wanted to see what I would do with his dick. My courage rose. The hand caressed his cock openly and located his fly at the same time. It slipped inside and there it was, silky soft, thickening. She threw the bed covers out of her way and tore at her nightgown to get it off. "Damn, this is going to be good."She held the top over her tits while I fastened it. I worked the bottoms up the where her legs were on the bed, then lifted her up so she was standing so we could ease them up the rest of the way.She looked good. The main thing was her hair. That on her head needed to be washed. That on her legs and under her arms had grown wild since the surgery. A section of her back, maybe 6.