. girls and... women... with no clothes on..." he replied hesitantly, "and....." "And what, baby?" "... and... you, Mom!" he gasped, staring directly ...etween my carelessly parted thighs. I did incredible things to my pussy to know that my son was staring hungrily at his own mother s sopping crotch. "Ohhh, Charles!", I gasped. Leaning down, I kissed him on the lips, not like a mother kissing her son, but like a woman kissing her younger lover. Surprisingly, Charles knew exactly what to do. He. I will massage your thighs tooMaami: No maddu its ok(Who was in condition to listen to her?) She was lying on her stomach and I just raised her petticoat till her knees. She was telling its ok its ok.. But I started massaging her legs. She was not 100% comfortable but in few minutes she started enjoying. Even I was massaging nicely and raised her petticoat inch by inch. Oh god..! I was touching her thighs and pressing them.She suddenly remembered something and said, “Madduu.. Gas..!!”I. Looking at Lana, I could see she was still hungry, but not for food. She watched me like a cat with a mouse, her grin once again perched on her full lips. Her hand snaked into my lap and caressed me under the tray table. Leaning close to my ear she whispered, "I think we are ready for dessert." A nibble on my ear left no question of the delicacy she had in mind.I nodded my assent. Lana brought her bag as we worked our way out from under the full trays and proceeded to the back of the plane.. "Its a bra extender," sheexplained. "See, its got hooks and eyes that will link with the hooksand eyes on a bra. This will increase the bra band size by a couple ofinches, so one of my bras should fit you." But her mother produced abra for me. It was white and in a rather old-fashioned style with cupsdesigned to completely enclose the breasts. "Actually, I think thiswill be better than any of mine," said Helen. "There's no risk ofwhatever we pad it with falling out."Up in our bedroom Helen.