“Okay Mom, that’s all I want to do anyway.” Ellen sounded and looked eager when she asked, “Can I watch you do Eric? You did come in to give h...m a blow job, didn’t you?” Ellen kept stroking her brother as she smiled up at her mother. Ellen wondered if she could get her mother to admit she sucked Eric’s cock. Ellen knew there would be no limit to what she could get away with if Sheryl admitted she was sucking his cock.Eric was not about to get in the middle of the exchange between his mother and. "Breakfast?"She cleared her throat. "Coffee first. Please."I poured a cup, put it in front of her with milk and sugar if she wanted them – she added a little milk – and started another pot. She sipped her way through the first cup in silence before asking quietly for some toast. That I could do."Joe..." having swallowed the last mouthful of toast, "would you mind if I went to church?"I shrugged. "Not at all. You're a guest, not a prisoner! But I don't know what's available." I pushed the laptop. She wasn't smiling. In fact, her face looked tense. And she kept grinding her pussy against his leg.In shock, Bobby didn't know what to do. So he did nothing. He just lay there as his mother used his leg to get off. She was still staring at him, her face filled with lust. His arms dropped to his sides, but she pulled them back around her so he held her tight. She was breathing harder now, her breasts crushed against his chest, her lower body moving faster. He felt wetness on his leg and. As they kissed, his hands moved over her back, pulling her closer to him, she could feel the heat from his body, she could also feel his growing hardness. Pulling away from him slightly she smiled at him. She kissed his chest, nuzzling his chest hairs; she kissed down his stomach moving toward his hardness. He felt her touch him, holding him tight she slides her hand along his hard cock, she kisses down his body as she strokes him harder. He feels her breath on his hard cock, as he looks down.