Even her hands were tight to her sides. I slipped my finger in between her pussy lips. It went in past the first knuckle. Mom’s hands were pressing ...ighter into her legs. I lowered my finger in her slit and then raised it again. Mom jumped slightly as I came up to touch her clit.I had seen enough Playboy, Penthouse, and Hustler magazines to know what it was like in there. This was a gift from heaven to a kid just turning fourteen. I rubbed Mom’s clit and watched her shudder. Then I lowered my. As much as I liked making out with my wife or other women, somewhere, in the back of my mind, the desire to get it on with a guy, chattered on. I discovered a web-site dedicated to web-cam action about a year ago. Women, men and couples played to the silent audiences via their little cameras and somehow, managed to answer private and less private messages of encouragement in the chat rooms. I discovered the site and then discovered the Bi-curious, male chat room. Usually,. It also helped that we had left the 'dating games' behind. Homework was no problem since we worked together to get our assignments completed. It was not unusual at all to find us both at the kitchen table with our noses buried in some textbook or studiously writing some paper to be turned in the next day. Jen had been a straight-A student so she just kept on keeping-on. I, on the other hand, enjoyed studying with my gorgeous sister to the point that my grades improved measurably so I also could. She was using just two of her fingers and unlike the magazine the girls in magazines, she was just slowly rubbing them around in circles up at the top of her pussy. I watched as she would slide them down and get them wet and then slightly part her fingers, trapping a little bit of really pink flesh between her fingers and then she would slowly slide them up and down just a little or move them in circles as her other hand squeezed and caressed her breast.I had never thought of my Grammy as being.