As much as I can't believe she's deliberately or unintentionally exposing her panties to me, I can't believe she's staring at my naked prick. After my...mother leaves my room, I can't wait to masturbate over all of this,' he thought. 'I can't wait to cum while imagining having i****tuous sex with my mother.'She shrugged off his embarrassment with a wave of her hand as if him feeling embarrassed for masturbating was nonsense. She continued with what she was going to say before she thought better. ‘We don’t have anything in common.’ ‘You are quite wrong. In addition to our heights, we have the same social and academic backgrounds, both our fathers were physicians, you received your MBA at Harvard, mine is from Wharton, the same areas of expertise, many of the same interests, including I am coming to suspect sexual proclivities.’ ‘First I don’t know anything about you, except you say your name is Bradley Rankin and that you are wealthy. From personal experience, you are an obscene. My hand caressed her soft cheek, roamed to trace her lower lip. Moving downwards, it ran down her beautiful neck and began to follow her collarbone. I slipped it behind her and untied the bikini top. Her large breasts bounced as they were freed from their prison. "Yes", I said after a moment. "No doubt an audience feels the same way when you're on stage."She blushed a little at my compliment. "That's very kind of you. Oh!" My hand had slipped down to give her buttocks a friendly pat."You don't. Am I right?”Fred and Brad both nodded. I looked at David but realised by the sad look on his face that he assumed that he would be excluded from this because Mary is his mother. I decided not to say anything to David just yet.“I would enjoy eating Mary's pussy, BUT I really want to take a turn being the one who is blindfolded, fucked and sucked.” Wendy commented.“OK. But I get to go first. Sally suggested it for ME. When can we start, Sally?”“Well,”, I replied, “as soon as the lunch dishes are.