. pull your panties up and come sit with us. Both of you," shesays, releasing me and walking away.I share a blushing look with Chrissy as we both pull...up our underwear andstraighten our skirts before heading back to the living room.I get my first chance to see what Mistress has changed into... A tightblack sweater dress with a high neck over large mesh fishnet tights withknee high white leather boots. She sits down on the sofa opposite herbrother..."Be a dear and kneel at my feet Angel," she. Pushing her torso down, I was between her tits. They were warm and slippery. I wanted to fuck them, but she reminded me then to not move a muscle.She pressed her tits together and rocked her body up and down, fucking me. Up and down and up and down, she rocked in a slow rhythm. I watched as my purple mushroom disappeared into her cleavage and burst up again, over and over.I groaned as the sensation of orgasm returned like a wave. I called to her that I was about to cum.“Do it, Sammy-boy. Do. I was mad that someone else was in Dad's bed with my mother. I got out of there as fast as I could.A week later, I saw a different car leave the front of the house as I drove home. Mom was in her bedroom with just a bathrobe on. He hair was a mess, and the covers and top sheet were on the floor. She was embarrassed when she saw me. "I thought that you had cheerleader practice this afternoon, Rachel."Sarcastically, I said. "Any sooner and I would have caught you in the act. Was this a different. Not since me.When Jen went out tonight she was on a mission. As a reward she told me she was going to bring a woman home with her for both of us to enjoy. "Hi Honey," she smiles. Towering over her shoulder I see the catch 'o the night. She is tall, taller than me, with obviously frosted blond hair and blue eyes and smeared red lipstick. She appears to be about Jen's age, maybe a little younger, which means she has to be 10 to 15 younger than myself. Her blouse is unbuttoned to her navel and in.