What I didn’t know was that the washing machine had been broken, and just repaired that morning. Her grip tightened on my ass, holding me in place. I hit the doorway to the master bedroom just in time to watch my sister drop her panties onto the pile of clothing at the foot of the bed. “You stayed for us.” I said in a hushed voice. This time there had been no knock, no indication she was coming. I could see her rock hard nipples capping her swaying breasts as her entire body got into the motion. I swear to God her nipples instantly hardened at my words. “There are two rules” she calmly pulled her robe back on. “Oh God…oh shit.” Mom moaned. I stayed kneeling for a moment, the thought of jerking off in my mind. I thought of the hot hand jobs she had given me, and the taste of her juices. Mom’s eyes widened as the dark fur covering her pussy came into view, she knows what I am going to do, I thought. Just as the tip touched her moistness, I looked into her eyes. I quietly resumed my path to the refrigerator, finding a Tupperware container of left-over pasta.
