She was 42 but her short hair made her look younger. Her skin was goose-bumped and I ran my hands over her ass and back as she snuggled in tight. I ki...sed her on the neck and made my way along her jaw to her lips, which were warm and wet and open to greet mine, her tongue snaking out. We kissed deeply and I moved my hand up from her hip to her left breast. Her nipple was swollen, firm and pink as I gently rubbed it, earning a low moan. I broke the kiss and moved down to her tit, flicking my. Jo suddenly felt pissed at her mother. Why the fuck did the woman have to disturb her fun with her brother? And that outfit, virtually as revealing as her own.She did know she was dressed like that in front of her own children, didn't she?What kind of mother would sun bathe in something that revealing in front of her own son and daughter? With jealous contempt Jo looked at her mother, whom she loved dearly otherwise. But she was fucking up her plans.Jane was babbling something to Michael that. As I knew a bit of palmistry she would always tell me to look at her hand and tell her what was wrong with her life and when would she see better days. One day when her husband had gone out and as usual I was seeing her hand, and telling her what was wrong and when it would be alright and other things, I noticed she was not paying attention to what I was saying and was staring at me. I asked her what the matter she just kept shut was. Seeing her that way my heart started to beat fast, I told. Afterwards, I headed downstairs for breakfast. Usually Sunday mornings we had breakfast together. It was the only day of the week that my mom would go all out and cook a huge breakfast.The smell of bacon and waffles greeted me as soon as I walked in the kitchen. My mom was happily putting the waffles she just made in the waffle maker into the oven to keep them warm."Good morning sunshine," she said happily."Morning mom," I replied. "Need any help?" I'm practically finished but you can set the.