Before pulling his shorts off, or even intending to touch the newly exposed cock, Stephanie slowly but smoothly lifted her top over her head and tosse... it back towards the area she previously called her hiding spot. Bending slightly forward and placing both hands on his chest, she began to grind the rapidly hardening cock against the delicate cotton panties she wore beneath a denim mini-skirt that was riding further up her waistline as she continued to spread her legs further apart.After only a. . but I'm getting ahead of myself.First let me introduce my family. I am Emilly and am 16. My brother Brad is 14 while my father John is 38. And finally my mother, my beautiful perverted mother is Mary and is 34.So what's wrong with my mother you say? Well let me give you an example. All four of us are sitting around the dinner table enjoying a family meal like every other family. About halfway into we all begin to notice that the pickle was once on mother's plate has now vanished. None of us. "Here, put these on and tuck your . . . you know what,back between your legs. When you're done, take off the robe."I did as I was told, and she handed me a peach colored bra. "Here, putthis on. It matches your panties. A girl feels better when her bramatches her panties." I'm not a girl, remember, so I don't feel better when my bra and pantiesmatch. In fact I don't feel better wearing a bra and panties. And whyare they now 'my' bra and panties?" Oh just get on with it," she retorted. "I. He asks me for my name and for my phone number but I tell him I can't give him my land line, “but we can text”, I say instead. I scribble my name down on a pad that he has in the car, my handwriting clear with the number laid out as evidence.We drive to the hotel room where he excuses himself briefly to make a phone call. Moments later we're up in the room and I am now dripping with lust and need. I'm told to get undressed and to lie on the bed, my slut legs spread and my whoreish blue eyes.