If the thong had been any other color but black, he would have seen a large dark spot where my wetness had soaked the fabric. As Jeff climbed the stairs, I noticed my son had left a small wet spot on my pubic mound. So far my mother’s technique seemed to work beautifully. It wasn’t a motherly kiss, not by a long shot. “Look mom” he said excited. On the way up I closed my fingers, grabbing his cock. Wearing nothing but high heels and a tiny black apron I gestured for him to sit down. “Do me doggy-style”
He pulled his dick out of my body and got on his knees. Once more I turned around, dancing slow and proudly swaying my bare ass. Jeff was now rubbing his bulge as he watched me masturbate. My brother wasn’t a wealthy man, preferring knowledge over possession, but what little he owned was nothing but the highest quality.
