I heard the bottle of lube opening and could hear the soft sound of the liquid being poured. I felt a bit touch the crack between my cheeks and it was...cold. His fingers slowly moved the jelly towards my hole and I could feel him press a finger in. I moaned. Out loud I think. I can't be sure. He continued massaging the hole and inserted another finger. I knew this was prep for getting my ass ready for his monster a s I had previously done the same with more than one woman. After about 2 or. ”My sister still had her hand over mine, she squeezed my fingers lightly while looking at our mother, a question in her eyes and said quietly, cautiously “We can get protection if that's what you mean.”As she turned to leave the kitchen mom said “That's exactly what I mean. I know damn well I can't watch you two 24 hours a day. Keeping you apart will be nigh impossible so if you do something again I have to insist that you don't get pregnant.” After mom left I looked at my sister, I was. I followed her up to the second floor, and got wonderful peeks at her calves and her ass as she climbed the stairs. The house was a four bedroom, and she told me what she wanted out of the three smaller rooms. She then led me to the master bedroom, and I followed her in. "Damn...don't mind the clutter," she said as she grabbed a black bra from her bed and tossed it under her bed. As we looked around, I noticed the matching panty was on the floor next to the bed, and a pink silky looking long. I never cared, nor wondered, what underwear my son was wearingeach morning. I wasn't anxious about the amount of makeup my son wouldbe wearing out into polite society. I had never thought about how my sonwould react to hearing that Chanel was putting out a new formula oflipstick. And I had never thought my son would be drop dead gorgeouswhile sitting at the breakfast table, across from me, with his headstill in curlers. He was already dressed for the day in his white shortsand a pink polo over.