My mom, wearing nothing but a robe came up behind me, giving me a friendly spank on the bottom and said, "It's no use, Eric, she'll be in there for ho...rs."I agreed with my mom, saying, "Huh, yeah, and she won't leave me a drop of hot water, even on my birthday." But, just as the words had finished rolling off my tongue, my sister was in the open doorway, wearing nothing but a tiny towel around her waist. Her big, firm tits were right in front of me for me to feast my eyes on, but I couldn't do. "Jimmy O'Rourke," Maria repeated as she tried to match up the memory of the skinny teenager with the much more developed young man in front of her. "My Goodness, I never would've recognized you."With the growth spurt that Jim had gone through the year after Maria had moved out of the apartment building, it was easy to see how she wouldn't have made the connection. The opposite, however, was hardly true. With the exception of longer hair, the former waitress looked pretty much the same."Well I. “Now bring that classic tush of yours over here and lay it in the time-honored position over my knees.”Mary giggled, climbed out of bed on the other side and walked around to me. “I see that someone is excited about this little maneuver of yours,” she said, taking hold of my cock through my boxers. My little man was standing at attention like the guidon bearer at a formal parade. “Are you going to be poking me in the side with that dangerous weapon throughout the coming chastisement? Hardly. It sent chills all over me."God, Mike, you're making me so hot, do something more, touch me harder. More firmly."But, no, he opened to my clit again and blew gently, then licked softly and blew again. Then, the feather."Oh, god, Mike, you've got to fuck me pretty soon, please."I could feel my juices drooling down my butt between my cheeks, I was so turned-on. Then, he went over to the dresser and got something out of a cup and brought it back to the bed. An ice cube.He touched it to each.