He tried to stand up again.He could hardly keep his balance. He seemed smaller and lighter, but hisbody felt awkward and uncoordinated. He steadied hi...self with a hand on anearby chair. He felt like his hips were somehow out of joint and his legsattached at the wrong angle. His legs felt longer or his waist and hipshigher up somehow than they should be, and they seemed to be much fartherapart. He seemed to be leaning forward from the waist, or his bottom hadgrown; anyway, it felt strange. And. Hell, maybe it was worth a lot more! Do women who sell their bodies wear real jewelry? I thought about it for a minute before deciding that I really didn't know. I tended to remember that my great Aunt Melissa Hammerson was always having some sort of problem. I don't really remember what sort though. Shrugging, I slipped the ring unto my smallest finger and went looking for something I could use. I was no longer in the mood for history. I went downstairs, not caring if anybody was left up. As I picked them up to put them on, my mom’s panties fell onto the floor. I grabbed and smelled them. I inhaled deeply; gawd her scent was intoxicating. I put them in my pocket and walked back into the kitchen. “Better. Now sit down and eat.” I was famished from last night and wolfed down my breakfast. I watched as my mom was finishing hers. Her robe as half open and her beautiful breasts were spilling out and jiggling as she ate. I could also see the lips of her pussy against her. I groaned as I felt both of them explore my pussy. I looked over my shoulder and saw Bret shoving two fingers in and out of mom who was rubbing my pussy as her body shook."Well since you two want to be like whores in how you dress I am going to treat you that way!" He said as he pushed me off of his knees on to the floor. He stood up and gripped mom by her shoulders and pushed her on her knees. I watched as he unzipped his pants and pulled out nine inches of cock. He held the back of mom's head.