We’d been dead even last summer, making it pretty fair when we wrestled, except for me having more places to protect, pretty fun as long as we didn�...��t get caught.I was what Mother called my “developing” which I knew Billy would notice right away. He was developing too, I was willing to bet. Differently, of course, but related.My friend Betty Sue and I kept track of our development. She got a brassiere before I did, but it was for her birthday, not because she needed one. They sell them at. " My mother said, with a lustful look in her eye.Daddy slowly slid me off his cock and laid me down to retrieve my mother's strap on. I buried my face into her snatch while Daddy sat down to watch. He pulled, pinched and tweaked my mother's nipples making her cunt throb against my tongue. I inserted a couple of fingers and she started bucking against my hand. I could tell that she wanted more and with how wet and slippery she was I was sure that she could take it too! So I slowly slid in three. But now I came to know that I’m just a sex doll to my son.I felt that I have to stop my son from this bad attitude. So I kept my bras and panties as it is and went to my room. Tears felt down from my eyes. I failed to be a good mom. That feeling felt like being hit by a hammer in head.I was too worried. I prepared dinner. My son came home. I didn’t say anything just asked him to come for dinner. He asked the usual kiss in forehead. I also gave him. He hold my hips. But now I don’t feel like. I tongue fucked her in 69 position while she was sucking my dick and balls.After trying many positions both of us are tired and had bath together in a shower.She prepared lunch and we both had lunch and slept for sometime without any clothes on us.In the evening we both woke, got refreshed and went out for shopping and purchased some sexy inners,nighties,transparent sarees for her and went to restaurent for dinner and went back home.After coming home she tried those new clothes infront of me.