She'd started to push them around a little.There was no easier victim than a horny teenage boy; you could make him do just about anything you wanted, ...so long as you promised him sex afterwards. She'd decided that today these two boys would have to jump through a BIG hoop to get a piece of her.-=*=-Karen pushed Dana into a kitchen chair that was one of her props and sat on his lap, facing him, with her legs spread out on either side of his hips. She fed him a nipple, which he eagerly sucked into. I kept changing in to fingering her pussy and licking it. She loved every portion of it. “Why don’t you teach this to your brother?”“You seem to be enjoying it, aren’t you?”“Of course I am enjoying it. Why wouldn’t I? Your brother had never sucked my pussy. He doesn’t like it.”“Don’t worry bhabhi. I am here. I will suck your pussy.” I sucked her pussy faster and faster. I fingered her pussy faster. My bhabhi couldn’t stand as her legs trembled. She looked tired. She turned off the shower. I. She dropped the balloon and squealed as my fingers went to her ribs. She was squirming and twisting her body, her butt rubbing on my crotch as she tried to get away from my grip. She spun in my arms, facing me and tripped over her own feet. As she lost her footing she grabbed my shoulders to keep from falling but we both ended up in a tangle of arms and legs, crashing to the grass. When we stopped bouncing we were in the classic missionary sex position, I was lying between her spread legs, my. Our attention was on Edna's ass.Edna stepped back and said, "I better go home before my life gets even more complicated than it just did."She gave mom a deep kiss then turned to me and gave me an even deeper kiss and hurried to my bedroom. I poured myself some juice and Mom began to cook brunch for us.A few moments later Edna ran into the kitchen and kissed us goodbye and ran out the door. I hated to see her go.It was not remotely the first time I had watched Mom cook breakfast while wearing.