My mind whirled with the possibilities. Maybe I could get Sam to let me screw her.I left with my mind awhirl at the possibilities. I went to my room a...d daydreamed about my sister's beautiful breasts and how they felt. Reality was so much better fantasy.That evening Sam asked for her regular back rub and I followed her into her room."Mom is not here Sam, so take your top off and I will rub your back and feel you up too."Sam looked thoughtful, frowned but unbuttoned her blouse top to bottom. She. An hour later found us at Dean's door."No answer." I said flatly.Cleo had walked slower than normal, still she was standing up straight and the eye was looking better already."The fink is still asleep I'd bet. He doesn't have a Molly to wake him." Cleo pounded on the door and yelled his name."What!" Dean swung open the door and stood dripping in the door way. "Can't a man even take a shower without someone caving in his door?" Dean opened his arms and Cleo stepped in. "How you doing honey?" He. Jayne is several years younger than me and indeed when I first met Judy, Jayne was still at school. Ironically, I did not feel attracted to her in any way at that time but as she has grown she has blossomed. It seems that every time I see her the attraction I have towards her has grown. It helps I suppose that she looks a lot younger than she is. Anyway, on that occasion I ended up in her bedroom and was quite innocently making adjustments to the curtains which she had pulled down slightly. I figured both were in my favor.At first, all I got was a laugh."I mean it, Mom, I dare you. If it makes you wet and horny, then you have to do me by hand." Well, I suppose I've taken on bigger dares that that," she said and pulled her teeshirt off.There they were. I knew from the labels in her bras that she wore a C-cup bra and they were beautiful. My mom was thirty-six years old and looked twenty-five. Her boobs were just perfect, large and round like a grapefruit and in the center, each had.