I’m not sure whether stockings and suspenders are the most comfortable thing to sleep in, when we finally slept, but that was what happened when we ...inally umm ... finished. We indulged again in the morning and after coffee she left.I decided that I would indulge myself with a full English breakfast, partly to replace the considerable energy I had expended but also to give me time to contemplate what had happened. And let’s be honest because I enjoy it. Not too often though. I wasn’t really. "I want to see," she whispered.Jay gazed at his mother. He didn't feel shy, or embarrassed. Hefelt an intense excitement, his cock standing out of the fly of hisshorts, very hard. He was proud of his hard-on, pleased that hismother found it fascinating.He looked at her. Her silk gown clung to her slender body, outliningit. The top strained over her pointing tits, the lace exposing thecreamy swells. He saw the shape of his mother's thighs, the way hernipples pressed at the tip. His cock. I crossed my legs to make sure I wasnt wet from his actions sighing in relief that I wasnt horny. That would be bad if I was, being a virgin an all that crap. I stood about 55 or 56 in height, I was little on the chubby side, but never to the point where I was overweight, I have shoulder length black and teal hair like I said before. My breast were a DD46 in size an I had a 15-16 waist which I did love. I never adored being skinny, not that theres anything wrong with being skinny. My family. This was much harder whenthe suit wasn't closed, and she spent a few breathless moments fearingthe orc in the other room would have time to wake up and barge into thebathroom. Then the seam closed up and Brumak felt his body resume itsflesh and blood state. He flexed his arm, relishing in the strength ofthe orc male compared to the human female, but quickly dropped this self-admiration. He didn't want to be here to have to explain anything more.Slipping back into the main room, Brumak was.