I then took a long glance at the one woman that had been with me my whole life - my first slave, mom. She was certainly getting older, her eyes showin... the creases of age and no amount of exercise could stop the battle with gravity. Yet that woman was my first love, even my only love. I could not tell her of course, but even now I felt a jerk of my cock in my slacks when I looked upon her in that wonderful summer dress and stockings talking to Anne's mother and aunt. She wore no panties, and. I held out my arms and she came against me; our lips hovered, then met very softly for a few seconds as my cock expanded. She murmured in my ear, “Thanks for that weekend Brad; hope we can do another sometime.”Then I became aware that Linda was stood closely beside us and saying softly, “Is there room for one more; or is this a private thing?”I turned and saw she too was elegantly dressed. Linda’s lips brushed past mine and settled on her daughters; their kiss was one of practised lovers! Had. She realized what was happening. Instead of saying a word she moved next to Paul, took his cock in her hand and began doing the same. As soon as I regained composure I began to return the favor to Donna, noticing she was already very moist. As Lindy stroked and rubbed Paul, I noticed he did not seem as surprised, leading me to the conclusion he and Donna had discussed this already. A half hour of fondling passed along with a few more drinks. Donna mentioned that it was time to return to their. I hear rustling in front of me, and lift my head from viewing my body to see a man lying on a bed. I walk closer and smile again as I see him, so handsome lying there, he's completely naked, and his cock stands proud at the sight of me. I stand at the side of the bed, my small hands with their long slender fingers on my hips. I cock my head to the side, as I jut my right hip out; my blue eyes with their unnaturally long eyelashes lower slightly, bedroom eyes as they call it, my tongue sweeps.