It was hot, smooth and hard. I wanted to just stroke it for him, but gave him the same "back rub" and other BS he gave me. I explored his ass a li...tle. I rubbed his shaft a lot. I explored the mushroom head at the end of his mighty shaft. He seemed to enjoy everything I did. I finally decided I was not going to be shy and I just started concentrating on getting him off. His cock was bigger than mine, so his load should be, too, right? I rubbed up and down. I wrapped my hand around. Mom switched hands with the brush then, to her left hand, and now with her arm raised high as she ran the brush through her wavy black hair, my cock forgot that it just had cum not long ago and turned to blue steel in my pajamas.What I would give for a camera, I though as a marveled at this intimate view of Mom. With the armhole of the nightie so low, I could see the entire thicket that sprouted from under her arm after she raised it, the bottom past of which at been shielded by the dress. He was even biting my nipples. He went down and kissed on my stomach and licked my buttonhole. Now he went more down and started pulling my night pant down.He totally removed my pant. Now I’m on panty and t-shirt lifted up to my neck. He kissed my tits and licked them. He kissed on my pussy over panty which sent an electric shock in my body. I started shivering a little without my knowledge. His hot breath was making me more wet. He caught me more hardly and started kissing and licking me more. It was only when the older of the two, Marissa, spoke that I realised I had been caught with my fingers in the proverbial cookie jar. ‘You bloody hypocrite!’ she shouted at me ‘You ball us out for fucking then you come to your room and start wanking.’ I pulled my fingers from my wet cunt when suddenly Marissa said ‘Oh my God, it turned you on, didn’t it?’ I didn’t respond and she pressed her case. ‘Come on, Mother, you were masturbating because you were turned on by seeing me and Alison.