Just as I regretted sending her the last text Erin slowly opened my bedroom door. She looked timid, hesitant, but she came in. My pants were still res...ing on my ankles, my cock about half the size it was for the picture. She stepped to me then put her fingers around my prick. She looked up at, anxiety clouded the features of her pretty face but she said softly “yes”. I kicked my pants off my ankles then took her hand from my cock which had regained its full glory as she fingered it. I pulled. " "You know, I'm old enough to be your mother." "Are you k**ding me, you're fucking gorgeous." I assured her. "You're one of he hottest mums I've ever seen." To prove my point I kissed her again, this time reaching up to place my hand around her neck to show her that I was serious. I was seriously taken by her. She responded by shoving her long tongue into my mouth and reached down to pull me against her. "We have to be quick," Francesca whispered as we kissed some more, while listening to her. I’m sorry, Mom,” I answered, “I was picking at brother and he chased me, I ran in here and slammed the door. Sorry. We’re just playing.”She gave us a long look then said, “Ok, but keep it down. No more slamming doors or Dad will hear about it tomorrow.”“Yes, Ma’am,” we said in chorus.Mom shut the door. I reached under my brother's mattress and pulled out a pair of panties. When he turned back from the door I was holding them up. I grinned, “You owe me one, Bro.”He just hung his head in. ‘‘I want another major missile launch by the Navy and bombings by both the Air Force B21s and B52s MOAB and Seismic before midnight. I want them shaking before the calm,’’ I said.‘‘The next step I need to put in play is the diplomatic effort,’’ I added.I called Secretary of State Dean and asked him to come to the White House and bring his Iranian experts.An hour later we were in the Oval Office writing out the documents of surrender that would be offered to Iran’s diplomatic UN mission when.