Michelle followed him in, carrying even more. We went into the living room, and Mom came in to see what we had.Jeff put down the bags and I saw that h... was dressed as Zorro, complete with black boots, black cape, black shirt, tight black pants and a mask over his eyes. Looking at him made my knees week and my mouth (and pussy) water.He looked over at me, then Mom, both of us naked and ready for whatever he wanted. Then he turned to Michelle and said, "Strip!"And strip she did. She must have. “I’ve seen longer,” she said, “but they were so thin. I can’t believe how thick you are.”Then she looked up at me again. “Do you think it willfit inside me?” she asked. I nearly came right there.“Are you sure you want to try?” I asked.She nodded. I held my breath as she scooted forwardon the sofa. I knew what she was going to do, and Iwanted it desperately. She leaned forward and put herlips to the end of my cock, kissing it delicately. She giggle and glanced up to see my reaction. . It looked more to me like she wasn’t very happy with the way she looked, like maybe she wished she was better looking. Maybe she thought she wasn’t good enough for Dad and that was the reason he wasn’t so…creative…in the bedroom. If that WAS what she was thinking…the poor woman had lost her mind. She was undeniably hot. I’m willing to bet a whole bunch of the pretty girls in Mom’s high-school didn’t like my mother one little bit. I bet they were jealous and, in my opinion, they had good reason. She had curly dark hair and dark brown eyes. We were both still in our swimsuits, mine, one of those bikini's for girls with no chests, and her in a one piece to cover her "changing body".So, I asked Jenn about her "boobs" as I referred to them at the time. You know, things like "What's it like?" "Are guys always staring?" (She was an early developer) And then I asked the question that probably changed my life..."What do they feel like?"Jenn started to describe to me in the best terms she.