Aunt Faye had his dad in a tight embrace and they might have called it dancing but in teen circles it was called a dry hump. And that's the way it was...throughout the house. As far as he could tell not one person was dancing or kissing their own spouse. Having spent his New Year's eve getting several chaste midnight kisses he was not only horny but pissed off! To walk into a house that reeked of licentiousness was almost more than he could take. Trying to say goodnight to his mother he was. ?Hey, c‘mon. were safe, don’t we have each other.?, she hands waved through his lengthy hair and rubbing up against his cheeks yet he remained silent otherwise. ?Well I get back to dinner the?, she found her little charm was doing nothing for him so she wanted to get back and finish dinner, then his hand grasped her arm. ?Guess I have to be a bit more positive is all, I love you?so much?, pulling her back down and onto his lap, bracing a smile as they shared a passionate kiss.?As do I and your. ”Lori grabbed the base of Brad’s cock and pulled it upright. Melissa felt a chill up her spine at what she was about to do. There were moans and whispered sexy comments around the room as foreplay and sex acts were in full swing.Lori gave Brad’s cock a squeeze and a pearl of precum appeared at its tip. Melissa leaned her head down and she extended her tongue, the soft, wet tip flicked at the drop of precum and then swirled around Brad’s swollen cock head. His rod jerked at the sensual contact. Now I need to find some black stocking, the last time I wore black stocking was for a funeral. I look at myself in the mirror and find that I look quite sexy when dressed. My stomach is held in and my corset ends just above my hairy fanny. I hope my son likes how I look.I wore a dress that revels nothing to what I am wearing underneath while we have our tea, then Gary goes for a shower. I go upstairs to my bedroom and take off my dress, I hear him go back in his bedroom and make my move; I am.