Feeling guilty as soon as the orgasm subsided she was cross with herself for being turned on so much by her son and vowed never to do it again. Despit... her vow she couldn’t get the image of her son coming home and wanking into her worn panties. She loved him so much she could never be cross with him for this. This routine carried on for the next few days and when she came to doing the next smalls washing she looked for evidence that her son had cum in her panties, and wasn’t disappointed. One. We had gone out drinking the night before and I guess the alcohol had me a bit cloudy. I walked out of my bedroom stark naked, as I usually do. I opened the door to the living room and the vision that greeted me left me speechless. My Brother was naked on the couch, he was lying back, with his eyes closed and his huge erect cock in his hand. He was breathing heavily, and his muscular chest rose and fell with his breath. His hand was sliding up and down his shaft and massaging the head of his. Just relax. Pretend you do this everyday. I looked in the mirror and whipped the lipstick across my lips in what seemed, to be an almost automatic gesture. I checked the results. Hmm, not bad for an amateur.I got an approving smile from mom as I turned to face her to see if she thought it was okay. She was duly impressed, and by way of explanation for my seeming expertise, I said, "It must be something of Cathy's, that is rubbing off on me." By the time everything was ready to go I was. The one thing we all agreed on, we would meet at the studio for Taekwondo on Friday afternoon for a rigorous workout.Priscilla and Angie came out to eat with us Thursday. Mom had invited them when Bonnie suggested it and told her that each of them would spend Thanksgiving alone if she didn’t.Thanksgiving has always been a fun day for me, even back when it was just Mom, Bonnie, Aunt Karen and me, oh, and Molly most of the time. We always had more then we could eat and I looked forward to.