I’d probably have made a fool of myself blubbering incoherently. Yes, I was still scared of losing her, but the feeling of intense panic was gone. T...at had been the most frightful night of my life.At least the panic was gone for a few minutes until I thought again about how wonderfully Michelle described Brett, and that I wouldn’t be able to communicate with her at all for the next month. I fought the urge to call that emergency number. I counted to ten, then to a hundred to calm myself again.. I followed her to the bathroom and brushed mine also, using hers next. I left the bathroom before her and found her bedroom and waited. She came in wearing her little frilly white lacy panties and a long white nighty without a bra, and her tits although covered looked stunning.We snuggled in bed and spooned and started making out I had my tightly whiteys on and she still had her panties on. I felt great to push my almost naked cock against her and to feel her push back against me. I rolled her. His tongue invaded my saturated slit.“Cum for me Baby.” He groaned against my pussy and I felt the vibrations of his voice against my pounding clit. “Let me taste you.”He slipped two fingers inside me as his focus on my clit intensified and I was cumming. Panting and moaning I creamed all over his fingers and tongue, his spunk and my cum juices dribbling onto his lips and chin. I could hear him talking. “Ohh yes, that’s it Baby, cum for me.”My thighs were soaked and I knew the rug would be too.. ‘Yeah, she is,’ I said. ‘When you look at her, your s****r, do you ever get turned on, you know, do you ever feel like fucking her, the way you fuck me? Does she ever give you a hardon, honey?’ mom boldly asked. ‘I mean once you’ve done it with your mother, screwing your s****r is no big deal compared to that, huh?’ Mom was really goading me. Could she somehow have guessed that Amy and I had screwed? No, I didn’t think she could. She was just teasing, enjoying this image of her son as a horny.