In here. Now!” said Mum from the dining room door. She pointed to a couple of chairs and Terri and I meekly complied. “Now what was there to be ra...ted out about,” she asked Terri.Terri squirmed uncomfortably.I jumped in, “A psychiatrist treating Daisy at the City Mental Hospital turned up at school this afternoon asking to see the video.”Terri looked at me gratefully. Mum didn’t intercede to make Terri tell the story so that had to be good, didn’t it?I continued, “Terri felt out of her depth in. “Got room for me on that thing?”“You get your end, I’ll get mine,” I said.We went back to reading. I caught him staring at me a time or two, made sure that my legs tangled with his. My turn to be domestic. Bottle of non-descript red wine. Apple cider. Store-bought mulling spice mixture. Honey. Cinnamon sticks.“Mulled wine?”“Isn’t it a perfect night for it?”“It is ... Can I help?”“You distract the cook,” I laughed.The smells that arise from that concoction are wonderful. I handed my brother a. Then, I want you to kiss Rachel, just as you feel his cum filling your pussy for the first time. You may not be experienced, but you sure as hell know how to kiss.”As soon as Mom’s lips touched Cindy’s, I slipped my cockhead into her pussy for the first time. I didn’t feel a hymen, but her pussy is as tight as Rachel’s the first time we fucked and every bit as tight as Gaby’s pussy the night we took her cherry.I never did get my cock over halfway inside her, before I felt her pussy gripping my. Emerging from the wet, old red fabric inches from me was the beautiful curvilinear pinkness of my mother. It seemed to slide down her in slow motion, and she was revealed to me curve by curve, first a shoulder, then a breast, then a hip, then a calf. Down it went and, not nearly as slowly, up rose my cock. And there she was, in her simple, natural glory. Sublime beauty that doesn't scream out but also never lets go, making it nearly impossible to look away. Mom stood before me, in full frontal.