The depraved mother arched her back in wanton incestuous desire, slowly rotating her hips and humping her ass back at her son's face, trying to get hi... tongue deeper inside of her rectum.Stephanie had a hard time even imagining just how they'd gotten to this point. It seemed like an eternity that she was simply sitting behind her computer in her underwear, writing her filthy little internet story, when she was discovered like that by her son. Everything that happened after that seemed like a. He could feel her body respond to his touch, to him, and he grinned. ‘I’m so happy you’re home,’ he murmured against her skin. She could only nod in agreement, already breathless as he licked her collarbone. Sliding hands to the bottom of her shirt, he pulled it over her head quickly, only breaking contact with her skin for a moment before he returned his attention. He kissed down between her breasts, sliding his hands along her sides, unhooking her bra behind her and sliding it off to join her. She grabbed her phone and waited under the warm sheets for her big brother to come upstairs. Tyler hadn't been fitted for a suit since his wedding. He had suits, but the company that he got them through had his dimensions on file, Melanie just picked out the materials she liked and they sent it to his door. "So how do we do this, kiddo."Anna could tell he was unsure of himself, a rare occasion for her. "Here's some options, what do you like?" They all look like suits, I don't know...." Tyer. Inside, and with her back to him, and hearing him shut the door, she walked over to his glass-covered coffee table, seductively wiggled her ass on the short trip, and bent over, knowing the raised mini-skirt was giving him a good view of her panties. The white, see-thru panties that let her bush show through.She reached a hand down, and touched the table's surface, and felt the skirt climb up her ass even higher. "My friend, Wilma, has one just like this, Ken. Lovely. Especially the glass top.".