He leaned back into the chair, stretching his legs out, and I used the position to rub my breasts along his inner thighs and into his erection. There ...as something undeniably sexy and submissive about a woman kneeling in front of a man, but in this case, there would be no mistaking who was in charge. I grabbed his belt in my teeth and his head snapped down to watch me as I slowly pulled it from the loop and met his eyes while the buckle unfastened. The look of shock and lust on his face was oh. "You just watch for now," I informed her. "After Jared's filled his mother's cunt with his cream, then you can go over there and take care if it for her. In the meantime, you can sit on this until then."Admittedly, I was a little surprised at myself. Once again fully hard, though just looking at my family as they began touching and playing with one another had easily accomplished that. Susan was happy as well, more than content at least to ease herself down over my hard cock, the two of us now. ‘Think Miles Davis, an expensive Cabernet, and being recited John Dunne and Pablo Neruda by memory, while bathing,’ she said. We both fell silent again. I don’t know what was going through her mind, but I couldn’t filter and sort through what was going on in my head. I had to bring myself to admit that I felt ashamed for outright knowing that I clearly took advantage of her open and vulnerable spirit. I had to admit that stirring feeling deep in my gut was jealousy that simmering and rising. I. "But I think I could lose a few pounds." he looked at me, forcing a smile. "Besides," I added, "You only saw me from a distance, through a dirty window." I smiled.I pushed my breasts forward almost into him and asked him if they were too fat. "No... no... they're, uhm... not," he stammered. I looked him straight in the eye. "Would you like to see them up close?" I asked. I was shocked at my own words. If I had not had the wine I would never do anything like this. It was certainly a fantasy of.