Aur maine bhi thaan li ki aaj jo b ho isko chode bagir yaha se nai jaane dung usne aap ni top to hatali meri kasam pe bt mujhe to uski boobs dekhni th... usko kaise hata tha tab mere dimaag me ek idea aaya aur usko mere badanPe lete hue usko khudpe litaya aur aapne do hath uske peet ke piche le jaate hove uski bra ka clip khol diya usko pata bhi nai chala ki kab mai ne wo clip hata li aur usko mere bagal me lita te hove uske boobs ko bra pe se hi muh me liya.Aur ek boob ko bra ke under se hi. To know that her son with his own eyes was looking right at her own butt hole sent shivers down her spine, down into the greasy anus she was thinking about. She was flush with excitement that she had just “accidentally” presented her blooming brown rose almost as close as a foot from her son’s surprised face. She was jolted with horny thoughts of just pushing back and planting a brown round smooch on her son’s face. Jennifer was overcome with the same shaking ecstasy of perverted joy that. She immediately looked concerned in the dim lighting, sitting up on her side and reaching out to touch my arm. The covers slipped down off her shoulder, revealing a purple terrycloth robe. It hung loosely from her body, mostly open at the top and showing some cleavage. "Oh, babe," she murmured, immediately recognizing what had happened. "You poor thing." She rubbed my arm sympathetically while I just looked down, frightened from my dream yet embarrassed to have awoken her. "Come here, hon." She. "Well neither was I" She retorted quickly.I looked up at her, confused. "But you were..." You know what I mean, just get on with it"I drew my knees apart, exposing myself to the cold air and the gaze of my sister. At this point I couldn't look at her. My hand slid down my body, over my still wet pussy lips. I gently opened them with my fingers and began to rub myself. My hand moved in slick circles over my lips and my clit. My eyes closed and I let the good feeling take over, picking up very.