I don’t know how you do it.”With a grunt, he got up from his chair, stuffed his dick inside his pants and pulled up his zipper. He walked over to ...here Lindy sat fixing her make-up, gently hefted both of her tits, feeling the weight of them with his hands, and said, “These are still the greatest boobs I’ve ever seen.” Then he let them fall and watched them sway back and forth for a few seconds before leaving the dressing room and heading back to his office.Lindy finished getting ready, then. . girls and... women... with no clothes on..." he replied hesitantly, "and....." "And what, baby?" "... and... you, Mom!" he gasped, staring directly between my carelessly parted thighs. I did incredible things to my pussy to know that my son was staring hungrily at his own mother s sopping crotch. "Ohhh, Charles!", I gasped. Leaning down, I kissed him on the lips, not like a mother kissing her son, but like a woman kissing her younger lover. Surprisingly, Charles knew exactly what to do. He. .. I'll live. It did hurt a little, but that's just because I was too dry back there... and my head is going to be fine too." Good," was all I could think of to say.Then Mom looked down at my boner, I think just to check I wasn't hurt in some way, and then she broke out in a giggle. "I see you've got some racing stripes on that thing of yours," and as she was talking she reached for the paper towels, got a good wad, wet it, put some hand soap on it, and said, "let me clean that up for you." And. I thought of how shameful it was that instead of fucking the gorgeousmodel Candice Swanepoel I was posing for pics in a mini-skirt mimickingher model pose.My Stepmother was clicking pic after pic, I could tell she was havingmore fun during this than I was. She started to laugh a little and shemuttered, "If Pete could see you now." Her mention of Pete raised thehumiliation level to the highest degree. I knew it was his fault that Iwas posing for pics like a mini-skirted model. And then when I.