My jaw dropped as I caught sightof myself once more: a slim, frail clad in little more than a whisperand a prayer. I looked like a child playing dress...-ups with her Mother'scorset and garters. Much younger than my eighteen years anyway.Thirteen, fourteen at the most.(Oh Christ Oh god, I'm NOT a boy, I'm a WOMAN; no I'm a GIRL; NO I'm aLITTLE girl)"Did you really think I'd let you wear something like that at your age?"Mommy was saying. She leaned over my shoulder, pointing to myreflection:. It was semi transparent and allowed a very nice view of her wonderful body. She was without a doubt the sexiest thirty-year-old that I had ever seen. Her light brown hair hung down her back, her shoulders were back, and her chest was out. Her legs were long and bare and went on forever. Then she had on a bright red pair of sex-inch high heels that did wonders for her calves.Samantha stepped down off from her porch with every male eye on her. She walked straight out to the center of the road. I gently ran my fingers across the fabric of her panties feeling the wetness and teasing her clit.Her nipples were hard as my fingers started to probe and then slip inside, my fingers teasing her wet lips before slipping inside, her eyes widened as my finger entered her, my thumb eagerly rubbing on her button.I bent down and holding her knees wide I buried my head, my tongue frantically searching out as I pulled her panties to the side, I rubbed my face in her bushy mound as my tongue found its. Now, mom got up saying she wants some water and left to the kitchen. As she came back I noticed she had changed into that same short nightie. As she laid down I playfully held her thighs and pulled it over my legs. Now ashu had some access to her legs.Immediately ashu came closer to me and started full back press with a hard one and pit his hands over mom’s legs. Mom looked at me as if I noticed but I acted like I was lost in tv. Now ashu kept caressing her. I thought of giving more access so I.