.. ?"For a moment I was shocked. Mom? Then remembering the lusty sounds we sometimes heard coming from my parent's bedroom, I smiled to myself. Jean a...d I had then decided that our parents probably had done "it" more than twice. Shrugging my mental shoulders, I thought, "Why not?"Returning to the present, I became more aware of my mother, of her dress. She was wearing a light robe and several times as she was gesturing I'd seen her breasts move under it. I thought, "Christ, Billy, you are a. Turning back to her laptop, she continues reading. “I want you to trace the tip down your inner thigh, to that sweet mound. You know how much I love that, right? Circle the dildo around your pussy, but quickly – we'll get back to that later, ok sweets? Run it up the other thigh, and let it rest for a moment. Now, run it up over your stomach, towards those perfect tits, and slide it over your nipple.” She moans at the touch of the cool tip on her warm skin, and her nipples rise in hard mounds. " She put her open hands on my ears and kissed me on the mouth. My stiff prick bumped against her stomach as she kissed me. Sherubbed my chest with her open hands. I took both of Mary's breasts in my hands, and caressed them. They were firm and the nipples were hard. Desiree and Tom kissed again and sat watching us -- I rather likedthe idea of an audience. Mary stood close to me playing with my prick. With her small,cool hand, she caressed it, she moved her hands over it very,. She spread her legs wider and turned her head sideways, sensuously licking her pouty red lips. I leaned over and kissed her, shoving my tongue into her mouth. Her body trembled and she moaned softly as we kissed, my fingers rubbing all around her vulva. Soon I began fucking my first and middle fingers in and out of her sopping wet hole and rubbing her clitoris with the palm of my hand.The crack of my sister's ass had grown slippery from pre-cum and sweat and my dick was sliding smoothly along.