After seeing her nude beaty which was not that clear though i couldnt sleep at all. i felt i need something physical frm her.i slowly moved aside and ...ut my hand on her boobs and was acting asleep. to my surpise she didnt react at all though she was awake. her boobs started bulging i took bit of courage and moved furthe closer and also put my leg on her i could feel her deep breath the i slowly stated lifting her nighty and suddenly she started kissing me and she herself removed her nighty.. I remembered standing next to my mother, as she watched the two on the rocks. I remembered her short, curly brown hair, tan skin and brown eyes. Life seemed simpler back then, no family drama, no hatred, no lies. Now I'm eighteen and my brother is twenty, and look at what has happened throughout my life. I blinked a bit, trying to get further memories of my mother out of my head. More memories would make me feel sorry for her, and I can’t be in that situation again.I opened the book, and turned. She sat watching the tube and almost idly playing with her pussy. Her fingers were slowly sliding up and down inside her shorts. I tried selecting just her shorts and magnifying the view of her crotch but it was the resolution wasn't good enough; I could see motion but not detail. I went back to the full body view and was glad I had. She'd moved her left hand under her tee shirt and was clutching her firm right boob. The fingers of her right hand were still working between her legs and, I don't. I waited for him to undo his trousers… but instead, he turned and went up the stairs.“Wait… Where are you going?! Aren’t you going to fuck me? Come back!” But my words were unheeded. He reached the top of the stairs, and closed the door, leaving me in pitch darkness.I yanked experimentally at my bonds again, but they held me tight. I could not even move my legs closer together – I felt wood on the insides of my knees, and surmised that they were hanging just off the edges of some kind of wooden.