Her hands came to her body, slowly and softly touching over her own skin. One hand explored downward, dipping between her legs, giving her clit a litt...e attention. It had been months since she last had any sexual release. She let out a long breath as she touched herself, teasing and rubbing between her legs. Her arousal woke swiftly and she grew wet. She bit her lip slightly, then turned to make way for her bed. She propped a pillow against the headboard and laid down. Her hand quickly returned. "I think it's real great." You do?" she asked. "You're not... jealous?" Not about Ted," Mike replied. "He's my brother."What do you think of me?" Donna asked, a little nervous."What should we think about you, Mom?" About me doing... both of you? Girls aren't supposed to do that, you know. I mean, two guys at once." But you're our Mom," Mike answered. "That's different." Oh, it is? How?" It just is," Mike said. "You're not one of those sluts running around wiggling their ass, fucking one guy. There was no dress code as I would be naked for most of the time, except for the dig collar. I decided to also wear a long gold chain necklace with a gold cross and brownish red Citrine gemstone pendant that nestled comfortably between my breasts. I had seen it in the window of a second hand shop when I was on vacation in New Orleans and been drawn to it. There was no price on it and when I went in and inquired I was told it was only on display by the young shop assistant a strange thin serious. At the club, I had been nearly naked in front of lots of girls, but for some reason, this seemed different. I felt embarrassed standing before these girls. "Go ahead boy, take off all your clothes for us and just kick them aside." As I started to unbutton my shirt I looked at the girls. Their eyes were wide. They all were smiling and starting to giggle. I removed my shirt, sneakers, and jeans and stood in my briefs. Maria giggled, "Paul wears whitie-tightie briefs for undies. Some boys wear.