“You were thinking about fucking me. You were thinking about how good it would be to fuck me right now,” she said. I didn’t know what to say to...her. I just stood there, speechless, looking at her. Then she started kissing me, and while our tongues danced together, she pulled my hand up and placed it on one of her tits. My mind was racing now for sure. Then she broke the kiss and said, “Come on in the bedroom, you have something I want.” When we were in the bedroom, she started removing her. "You are feeling very hot. I better get you something for that fever." I watched my mom leave, checking out her ass wiggle as she walked away. I thought to myself, 'I'm hot cause I was jacking off to you mom!' When my mom came back in she had taken her jacket off, now I could see her white lace bra through her sheer white shirt. My eyes focused right on her tits as she came back over to me with some medication. She sat on the bed while I swallowed the pills. As I did I couldn't help glancing a. Sports bras, comfortable panties, things that moved when she did. She wasn't sure about all this lace and silk, but she knew David would love it. He was forever pointing out models in the catalogues and telling her she would look great in the same outfit. Last year on Valentine's Day he bought her one of those silly red and black things - the lace so stiff it scratched the skin. She told him she would put it away for their honeymoon, and she knew he was disappointed. "I'm ready. Which fitting. The only way to know the truth was to play along until the lies showed themselves. And show they would…“What could you possibly need to think about?” My mother snapped angrily at me. “Your mother and sister are nothing but horny sex slaves and you need to think? About what? How you plan to use us as well? I knew you were a little rough, a mother always knows… But don’t tell me you’re just like him…”I was not like him… But her belief that I was angered me and I knew I had to play my role anyway.