Mum stood up and looked at me. Her eyes locked on mine as she unbuttoned the dress she wore and let it fall onto the floor. Underneath she was wearing...a black sheer bra and matching knickers, with a pair of black hold up stockings."I know you watched me and I heard what you were doing in your bedroom afterwards." she said, I just stared for a moment, my eyes roved over her body. I stood up and moved closer, stepping out of my jeans as they tangled around my ankles. She reached out and hooked. But I realise this is the first time I'd feltmy own breasts.I look down at them and let my hands palpate them.Nothing kinky, as that's farthest from my mind. But that has me thinking.Is it concerning that I'm not the least bit turned on feeling Kimberley'sboobs? In my opinion it would be more concerning if I was. Given thecircumstances and my perspective.Regardless I assimilate them into my body image before bringing my handsback to my sides.My focus is back on the mirror, and the rest of her.. Young men are so impetuous. It takes a certain maturity to learn to prolong the pleasure of sex. "If we're going to do this, let's at least find a bedroom," I whispered in his ear.I squealed with delight when Bobby picked me up and carried me into the master bedroom. "Isn't this where your mom sleeps?" I asked nervously."Yep." Are you sure you want to do it here?" Bed's bigger," he replied. Smart boy.Throwing himself on top of me, Bobby grasped both my hands in his and stretched my arms above. Suddenly, his cock raged forward, thrusting into Erin, but not pausing this time. He drove. He thrust. He was raw and wild. Like an animal. Consumed and consuming.Again, Erin had never felt Damian like this before. His hands clasped under her shoulders for leverage as his hips pounded and fired. He stretched her, driving deep, clawing deeper into her core with every powerful thrust. She arched. She clasped. Her fingernails scraped down his back and then reached outward to grip the sheets..