For a moment, she contemplated if she should wear any panties, then she decided to grab her white cotton panties to go with her outfit. After pulling ...p her white knee high socks and stapping on her shoes, she check herself in the mirror and looked herself over. Her candy red lips and golden blond hair pulled back into a ponytail satisfied her as finishing touches. She then wrapped a skirt that went down to her shins, and put on another, conservative blouse over sexy outfit to please her moms. They had to be extremely careful not to let her get infected. Even if Brad tried to come home for the holidays and avoided getting it, he would have first had to self-quarantine away from Janet for two weeks. So they resigned to being apart for the holidays.They did the best they could with remote sex. Sadly, it seemed that their twelve-year tradition of climaxing together at the stroke of midnight on New Year’s Eve would end. Trying to make the distant sex special, they did a week of. Unfortunately, the generally unavoidable rule of thumb in the universe was well in effect in the Baron's study as well, and bliss could only have lasted for that long:"Please, Herr Barhoe, komm, let's sit by ze fireplace. Brandy?" I won't say no to that, Baron," I replied and followed him to the fireplace, a delicately crafted marble-lined fireplace, the wood inside creaking and cracking as it burned beautifully. I sat on a very warm and comfortable chair, sporting ivory inlaid arms and green. The feeling was already surreal. Mom's hot, wet hips resting on my lap, cock head surging against the front of her pussy, separated by thin material. My head spun with lust and confusion.Still, instincts kicked in. I ran my hands along mom's thighs, under the shirt as she arched back into me. I reached between us, as if to adjust myself to get more comfortable, but rested my hands on the sides of mom's sticky groin."We're just riding together now, remember sweetie," mom pleaded as my hands.