I lost it at that point hearing him tell mommy that. My fingers fiddled my clitty faster than ever and I let a muffled moan slip out as I came again. ...Daddy didn’t hear me as he was grunting and pumping his cum up mommy’s pussy, but my mom hear my soft squeak and she looked right up into my eyes. She could see my hand down my shorts in my panties and she know I was turned on watching. Mom looked startled at first but shot a soft smile as I freaked out and shot off to my room. I slipped my. . I opened the car door for her, she dropped her purse and bent over to pick it up... I saw the magical sight of thigh high stockings and little blonde hairs on the insides of her thighs. I barely noticed the rest of her...after our introductions had ended...there was silence. I kept using peripheral vision as we drove to keep an eye on those scrumptious thighs, shoulder length auburn hair, with those rich green eyes that seemed to burn a hole in my head every time I thought of them. She looked. She went to her closet and retrieved the filmy flowered dress that she only wore on the hottest summer days. There was nothing to it. Not really much at all. But he liked looking at her in it. She planned to make him like it even more now.[/image]Setting the camera on her tripod, she leaned forward and shook her long blond hair out as she called commands for the camera to click of frame after frame. She looked at the photos and was unimpressed. She looked like a hair monster. But her. “Sweet,” I thought, and drifted off.I awoke the next morning with a raging piss hard and a slim leg thrown across my upper thigh, its owner snuggled against my side with her head tucked into my armpit. Apparently we’d reached some accommodation during the night, since Meg’s face looked peaceful and I seemed to have slept well.The leg was attached to a bare hip and butt, the oversize tee-shirt having rucked up around my sister’s waist. The sight did nothing to help my erection, and because her.