His hands travelled over and under the fabric, coming to rest on the smooth skin underneath. His fingers came into contact with the straps of her susp...nder belt. He followed the straps to the tops of her lace stockings, fingers running around the lace, before travelling back up. His finger tips headed for the valley between her cheeks, running along the thin strip of satin nestled there. Slipping under the strip of fabric, he probed the tight hole, feeling it pucker under his caress. After. Shit, if I was married to a hot cunt like her, I sure as hell wouldn't want anyone else fucking her. At least not without my permission. Dad cleared it up that next night, as we were having dinner while Mom was still at work — pizza delivered, of course. After he first gave me advice about the job."You've seen that pizza delivery boy before, haven't you?" Sure." Did you ever notice the way he looks at your mother?" I don't like it." Why not?" Because she's my Mom." Don't you think that she's. It must have been something in my expression that gave me away."No! Really!" she asked. "You've never been laid?" I dropped my eyes to my dinner plate and she softened her tone. "Well, we'll have to do something about that, won't we?" she asked, making me jerk my head up with real anticipation."I know lots of girls," she said dismissively. "What about Meghan? I bet I can get her to do it or maybe one of the girls I hang out with on Friday night." I was vigorously shaking my head."No thanks," I. " Oh, that's no concern. So does my Justin!" said his mother. Nate andCamilla snickered while their brother blushed."Mom! I don't play with dolls, I'm a boy," Justin said heatedly."Action figures," his mom clarified, her fingers making exaggerated airquotes. Miss Sinclair gave her a knowing look and they shared a laugh.Justin fumed quietly.They went past a living room full of adults chatting happily with tallwine glasses and toothpicked appetizers in their hands and through ascreen door leading.