In my head, I could clearly picture my mother's lust-clouded face and her huge, sexy breasts beneath me as she moaned and encouraged me to f**k her. I could almost feel her wet, welcoming p***y as it took every inch of my d**k.
I shook my head and was angry with myself for even imagining such a thing. However, that thought wouldn't go away. Again and again I would glance to my right and lick my lips as Mom's breasts rose and fell with her breath. It was a struggle for me not to get a full-blown erection, and I felt guiltier for checking out our mother that way than I did about those lustful thoughts I'd had about my sister.
As the movie wound down, Gwynne got up and stretched. Once again, my eyes were drawn to her body.
"I think I'll start my shower now," she informed us.
We nodded and
