They sat down at the kitchen table with her and they chatted a little while. Cindy commented on how lucky she was to have three handsome, well built s...ns who also could put in a man's day of work and still have the energy to come home and enjoy their evening. Matt, the oldest, noticed his mother was not wearing a bra under her tight-fitting t-shirt and that her nice round tits were punctuated by hard nipples straining at the fabric. When she stood up to fix yet another scotch, they all noticed. "I think the best way to describe how I feel right now is fuckedout."The fact is that I was instantly jealous of Luke's relationship withmommy. It's not that I wanted him, I wanted her all to myself but I hadto also face reality: I am mommy's sissy son and can't provide hereverything she wants. He is everything I never was: an alpha male with anarrogant level of self-confidence, and he is just the type mommy is oftendrawn to. He's also the type my soon-to-be ex-wife would make a play forand he. Her front door was easy to open, no bolts or chain, when will they ever learn. Trying not to wake her prematurely I pulled her bedclothes back and out of the way. Gently I took hold of one of her wrists I snapped on the cuffs, she stirred slightly but didn't wake. I was almost there and I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. Taking a firm grip of her other wrist I pulled it gentle around behind her and snapped it into the cuffs."What," she said sleepily.While she was still disoriented I. I needed to do very little but keep out my tongue to lick at her labia and clit as they passed over me. She was getting very wet and her juices were trickling down my chin and into my mouth. They tasted a little strange but not unpleasant and I swallowed them down as more and more poured from her now sodden vulva. I think I heard Emma let out some soft moans as her hips moved faster and she really ground her pussy into to my face. I was beginning to feel left out as Emma was clearly near orgasm.