Picking up the razor she dipped the razor in water and started to shave herself. Starting at the top of her pussy, she grabbed her engorged clit betwe...en the thumb and forefinger and pulled it to the left as she stroked down the right side of her clit. Two swipes down and she pulled her clit to the right and with two more strokes and some side strokes in the crevices where her legs met her torso she started to move on to her labia.However, she placed the razor in the bucket of water and picked. I did. All this time he was getting closer and was almost touching my mouth. He asked if my brother and friend ever sucked each others cocks. I said that I didn't. He said that most all men and boys do that to each other. He was saying all the time that I was doing a real good job and that he was pleased. That made me feel good, since no one at home ever praised me. He then asked me to put my tongue on and around his cock head. I did and I tasted his pre-cum. It tasted pretty good. He then. I sat on the bed and slid the stockings up my legs. "Just relax", she said, "I'll be right back" and she disappeared down the hallway. I lay back on the bed, looking at myself in the mirrored wall. I caressed my ass, whispering to myself, "You're going to get fucked!"A few minutes later she came back. The robe was gone, as were the panties. A nice, flaccid cock stuck out through an opening in the bottom of the body stocking. I complimented her, and she stood next to the bed, saying, "Help. “Come-on Rick, I heard part of the conversation last night”. “You found out my son is fucking your wife and it made you mad”. I didn’t say anything. “Well are you going to tell me you are not?”. I didn’t say anything again. Karen had a strange look and said, “My god, you’re not mad are you, in fact you seem to be just fine that he’s fucking your wife aren’t you?”. “Ok I am, what does it matter if he is?”. Then she looked at me directly and said “Well hell, if you don’t care my son’s fucking.