Standing in front of me I could see her erect nipples, like bullets, pink and proud, a little bit of a tummy, and a smooth pubis. 'Turn around' I ord...red, which she did. Nice shoulders and arch to her back, and firm, if small, buttocks. 'So,' I said, ' you're gonna do whatever I tell you, right?' She nodded. 'Well, I'm gonna roll a big fat bifter while you get dressed, then I am gonna tie you to the bed, lube up all your holes, slap them around a little bit, put things into them, spit on you. ‘You don’t’ get to finish just yet!’ She led me by my manhood to the bed; her heels clicked on the tile floor, her ass swayed with each step. Damn, I love watching her move! She looked me seductively in the eyes, got on the bed on all fours and crept cat-like, in a slow circle. She remembered how I loved her heels and left them on. I gulped at the sight of those shapely curves complimented by her shoes. I reached down and realized I was dripping pre-cum.She shook her plump white ass in. She transferred her hands from my back to my ass and pulled me, urging me to fuck her and fuck her, and I slammed into her so hard it rocked her body, made her heavy tits jiggle, and she squeezed her eyes closed with her mouth wide and strangled noises coming from her throat. “I?m cumming!” I screamed to her. It rolled over me like a storm wracked ocean, waves of energy swelling from my core to fill me with white hot desire, and the focus of my lust and my unbridled love was my very own s****r. I walked into the den where my dad was folding jeans and sweaters like usual. I said to him, “Did these fall out of your basket?” and held mom’s panties up. He only washed his own clothes, so I was just being kinky for my mom’s sake asking him that, but he acted a little confused.“They may have, actually. Someone else must have thrown their dirty clothes in with mine.”That’s when I noticed about a half dozen brightly colored skimpy panties in his pile of neutral-colored garments. Ava came into.