I reached a climactic, as it were, point in the story, and paused to day dream a little about the scenario. A young man’s insolence is punished by h...is mother, and his attempts to make amends unleash their repressed passion for each other. Quite. But nicely done. Something made me glance up, and I saw Mom looking at me quizzically. “Sorry,” I said as I removed my hand from my shorts. I may have blushed a little; I certainly must have looked flustered. But in truth I wasn’t terribly. So I quietly stood at the edge of the stairs and listened as they made out. There was a mirror on one wall of the stairs at the bottom and a big picture on the other corner and I could see thier reflections in the picture. That gave me the idea to look in the mirror which faced them directly. I snuck down a few stairs just in time to see her dip her head to his cock. It wasn't 10 inches more like 8 but it was very thick with a mushroom head. Her lips danced and teased his cockhead the way she. Working up the heel and ankle, he then moved up her calf, building the delicious mental and physical anticipation in her, waiting for the spot that was waiting for his touch, all the while he was taking his time. Then at last, he massaged her thigh and moved up to her buttocks, all unconsciously, as if he were hardly aware that his hands were so close to her vulnerable sex, or making her melt with the promise of release...... "Turn over," Ryan commanded softly. He started with her face, gently. Anne nodded in acceptance.Susan and Jane moved together for a moment and held hands. They leaned together and shared a soft kiss. Then they moved to their respective sides of the bed and moved onto it. Ron and Steve taking them into their arms.Jane nodded to the two rod bearers and they carefully approached the bed from either side. Holding the rods in the other hand from the ones they balanced with as they moved between Susan and Jane's drawn up legs."First most in honor of Timas my sweet.