The moistness and scent of the lingering sweat between her breasts underneath her top and left in the towel, seem to reemerge as I began to rub my fac... all around her full breasts. My hand could only cover the sexy darkness of her aureoles and her nipples as they poked through the material. I had always had a bit of a cloths and material fetish so this helped stir the erotic feelings and urges in my jeans. As we kissed passionately, the feeling of our lips together and arms wrapped around. I took a new interest in how shirts fell over breasts, how jeans and shorts hugged asses, bangs hung around cheeks and eyes. There was no denying that I was now interested in girls. Only a week or two after that night, witnessing Margie and my mom, my desire for women was in full flame. The funny thing is that I was deathly afraid of what my mom would think. Although she herself was a lesbian, her parents didn’t know and it was something that she didn’t tell anyone. It was a total secret. She. After a while, though, I could feel my bladder protesting and I could also smell the coffee that someone had started, as it reached it completion. I gently tapped each of the ladies to indicate that I needed to rise and Mom gave me a very curious look. I wasn’t sure what that was about, not until I began pissing and Mom seized the chance to grope me the whole time. Her hands wandered freely over my body, caressing every last inch of my skin. I nearly lost control of my stream, but she simply. Maybe this was where my fantasies had started, as I had found myself almost jealous of my mother, and after watching quietly for a minute or two without them knowing, I had had to go immediately into the bathroom and bring myself off, fingering my wet cunt furiously until I came, the sight of my mum and dad fucking like that fresh in my head.With thoughts like this in my head, and a definite need building up in my groin, we all went into the kitchen, where Dad opened a bottle of champagne to.