Mom climbed onto my bed and crawled up to stradle my thighs. I'd begun stroking myself again, but she swatted my hand away, giving me one of her amazi...gly sexy stern expressions. I throbbed. I ached. Uncapping the bottle of oil, she poured it all over me, getting my arms and torso good and slick. She'd done the same to my cock, and despite her panties being black, I could see a dark spot where she'd gotten herself wet. She pulled her panties to the side, and moved up, rubbing her clit. James ... Ahh, yes, a scoundrel type of good guy who fucks his way through tons of beautiful women and kills most of his enemies with cold calculation. Not far off from what you’re doing, is it, m’boy? Although, in your case, it’s your brains that are shaken, not stirred.Ahh, so like the logic in the majority of your thought processes then!< Dude! The fucking cackling, man! Jeez!>“Certainly! She’s a wonderful lady, actually, and we’re pretty good friends. She moved in about a month after I did. And when you get under the bra, just feather the nipples, don't squeeze or pinch them."At that point, Jim began to pull Jennie's sweater off over her head, then pulling the open bra off her arms. He bent to suckle on her nipples. "They love this, son. When we suck the tits, oops, breasts, we're like babies and they're like mothers, and it's very erotic for them."As he sucked, Jim reached down to unsnap the top button of his daughter's jeans and lowered the zipper. His hand snaked in, rubbing. The father was not at all pleased by that but he just shook his head and went back to his reading some complicated scientific text about heavy water, whatever the hell that was. I thought it had something to do with fission or fusion but it was all Greek to me.The older girl was eighteen and she only came up to my chest.Her name was Emma and she had this annoying habit of constantly pushing her loose hair back behind her ear to keep it from falling down over her face like some teasing film star.