“So what’s with you being so stressed?” Chris’ voice casually rang from the kitchen. “You’re not normally this jumpy, is everything okay?�...�“Yeah, everything is fine.” I dismissively replied, barely loud enough for him to hear. Chris said nothing until he returned from the kitchen to the living room, a bowl of gross-looking noodles in his hands. He put his bowl down and stared at me for a few seconds until I started feeling uncomfortable. “…What?” I finally asked.“I know I can’t force you to say. “You relax… I won’t be long.” He brushed past Daniel and made his way to the kitchen, busying himself with the percolator. When he returned to the bedroom with the coffee, he stopped in the doorway and looked at the couple lying on the bed. They were kissing each other, and Ann was running her hand over the American’s stomach, while he lightly fondled her breasts. As James laid down the tray, he saw the man move his hand down over Ann’s body until he was. What a special mother, to sit with her husband lying behind her with legs spread wide open, offering her pussy to her son. I nodded my head, flashing my eyes over her shoulder. She looked back, then returned her eyes to mine, nodding.I raised my hand, watching disappointment spread over Mom’s face as her pussy was left alone. But the disappointment was replaced with anticipation when my fingers freed a couple of buttons from her shirt and slipped inside to slither over her waiting tit, briefly. I realised my rod was tenting out of my towel and a false move would slip it into the open. Luckily she didn't notice a thing and just wandered back into her room as I followed.As I followed her, I looked down and realised that my dick had indeed released itself and was poking out. With mom's sexy ass swaying from side to side in just a thin towel three feet away and me behind with my dick out in the open I felt naughty and guilty. I tucked junior back and adjusted the towel so the slit was to.