If it would help him get off, it was his.Just for one last day, I told myself.As I jerked him off, he started stroking my hair, and I allowed myself ...o be lost in the moment.Stroke, stroke, stroke, stroke. Up and down. Up and down. Everything was so relaxing - so right. I don’t even know when I started stroking my wet, exposed pussy. Everything was in sync - my hands, my pussy, my brother’s cock. Even his hands were stroking my hair to the same rhythm.Stroke. Stroke. Stroke. Stroke. I loved. "I'm sorry, Thor," she wept, "I had to do it. I couldn't standthe thought of losing you."I simply looked at my mother; I simply could not comprehend what shewas trying to say. There was a brief moment of silence as my motherwept and then finally she spoke, "To save you we had to make it so yourbody would accept the presence of the magic, but we couldn't do it allat once. The process had to be gradual or it might kill you."I felt a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach as I finally came. "I needed you last night," she said. "Thank you." I have to admit I was surprised," I said."I was too," she said. "I didn't plan that." It's not why I brought you the cake," I said."I know that, silly. That's probably why I got all out of control again." Am I to take it that you still feel somewhat conflicted?" Am I horrible?" she asked."No," I said."You make this so fucking hard!" she snapped. "Couldn't you at least be an asshole once in a while so it would be easier to resist you?" I'll see. “Give him a nice smile, Sue” I whispered into her ear, and as far as I am aware she did so. The bloke looked stunned. His face went bright red and he sat down, right where he stood, about 15 feet away from us, as if in shock. He stared at Sue’s chest and his mouth fell open. As he stared I took both hands and began massaging Sue’s tits, rolling a finger around her nipples and cupping them. The man sat there transfixed. He took a big breath and began to get up. I didn’t want him to come closer.