Mom and Dad won't be coming back today you know. "I know" I replied doing my best to ignore her. She wiggled her feet on my lap and I was getting nerv...us, her feet slowly moved toward my cock, I did everything I could to not get hard."Like My feet little brother"? She asked. "I suppose" I replied, trying to act like I wasn't paying attention and continued to watch the game on TV. Want to rub them, I see you rub mom's feet. "No I say" trying my best to ignore her feet touching my now swollen. Jack gently pulled my head off his cock and pulled up to suggest I stand. He took my face and kissed me passionately, we danced around each other’s tongues. While we kissed, he reached down and opened my pants, then pulled them down. Now I felt his hand searching for my cock, and when he found it he moaned and wrapped his hand around it. Jack stopped the kiss and leaned forward, then started to lick up and down my shaft. “Damn!” I said. He didn’t waste time either, he opened his mouth. “Well, why we are making pancakes, why don't you and Ramona get to know each other a little better?” suggested my sister, an impish grin on her face.I blinked at that.“Oh, yes, you definitely need to, Ramona,” my mother said, walking in dressed in her housecoat, her large breasts jiggling beneath the purple terrycloth. She had a flush to her cheeks. “Having a romp with a futa at your age is a treat. I know I enjoyed it.”Her eyes met mine, twinkling. I flushed.“Sure,” Ramona said. She sauntered. "Make sure you want, really want to do it. That you're not doing it to make him happy, or because he begs you to, or because you figure what the hell, or because you think all your friends are doing it and you're falling behind. When you say to yourself, 'I want this, it feels right' with no hesitation, no reservations, then you're ready." Have you ever felt that way?" asked Cheryl."Yes," Sophia smiled. "With Warren, every time. That's how I know the difference." How long were you guys going.