Tab meri behen ko ese pichese dekh kar me pagal hone laga tha tab dhyaanse dekha unsne chunidaar suit pehna tha bohot tight or dupatta bhi nahi dalaa ...ha or kaam me lagi huii thi me ese hi loading par rakh ker bahar agaya to usne pucha raj hogaya kaam mene kaha nahi load horaha he abhi to fir usne kaha tu beth me chai laati hun or tv on kerke wo kitchen me gayi tab uski gaand uperniche horahi thi dil to horaha tha ke pakad ke chodlu per darta tha me. Fir wo aarahi thi chai ka cup lekar ke uske. As my finger brushed my pussy lips I was tingling and immediately slid two fingers in my crack, I was soaking!Common sense kicked in and I stopped myself.I decided that I would wear a red dress that was quite short above my knees and buttoned up the front, white 4” heels, black stockings, a white lace bra and panties, both of which were totally see through and a white suspender belt.Manfred had said that he wanted me to dress like a burlesque queen, well I was certainly looking like a burlesque. Waiting for the elegant and very attractive young lady to take Lieke’s superb cock up her offered and very bare and exposed ass.I was on the point of an enormous orgasm when at a signal from Lieke, Femke stopped what she was doing to me and Lieke pulled her cock out of my pussy. Lieke then motioned two of the semi-nude customers around me and whispered quietly to them. Their cocks hard and erect, swaying slightly as they approached me, and then each took turns to smack my bare bottom. Somehow. A Mother welcoming her Son home. They would have seen me step in, and close the door behind me. Because of the curtains on the door window, they would have seen nothing more.They certainly would not have seen a Mother and Son fall into each other's arms, engaging in a passionate kiss that was much more appropriate for lovers than for Moms and Sons.We never know, do we? We never know what happens once the door is closed, or the window shades drawn. What secrets lie in households all across.