“Special recipe just like the coffee I make for you.”“Mmmm, yeah, daddy,” she says without opening her eyes. Her hips are moving instinctually... against his hand, in a slow, sinuous movement, and it’s easy to tug her forward until she’s straddling his thighs. Easy to get both his hands on her ass and guide her cunt to where is cock is hard and heavy beneath his sweats.Brady almost stumbles in his haste to get a glass from the kitchen, and he doesn’t even try to hide it when he yanks down his. After serving me food she went to sleep and told me to sleep early too. I went to my room but I could not fall asleep. Every time I closed my eyes all I could see was my mom’s boobs hanging out and her sexy ass moving up n down. It took me 2 hours to fall asleep only after I had masturbated 3 times.Next day I though I must do something. In the evening I asked my mom if I could sleep in her room as my air-conditioner was not working. She said ok, but come to bed early as she doesn’t like. I could hear his steady breathing, smell his familiar body and feel his skin on mine. The other boner couldn't be felt from where I was, but I knew it was there, just the same. By lifting my head slightly, I could see it. Mark's twin brother Matt lay in front of me, in the same position. His broad back was, as you might expect, just like Mark's, and was snuggled close in front of me, my breasts pressed against it, my groin comfortable behind his ass. His breathing was different though. He. Dressed and frustrated, I left for home. While I was sexually frustrated, my life seemed easier. The weekend came and went as if a dream, still no excitement to fulfill my growing lust, but everything else was easier because of my sudden zest for life.Of course, that just is an excuse for the naughtiness I was willing to perform on New Years Eve. Each year we go to the same party, with the same people, and my husband dances once with me and then gets drunk and I get a ride home with my best.