I gently massaged it and located her nipple with my index finger and thumb. We slightly opened our mouths, allowing our tongues to touch discreetly so Mom wouldn’t notice. Breaking my trance, Mom asked, “Billy, you’re up. My prick hit the top of her thigh so I dragged it up until my head nestled into her wet, hot lips. I latched on to her nipple with my mouth and the areola was higher than ever, engorged with blood. “I actually arranged that,” Sarah confessed. Her walls expanded when I sank deeper. “Excellent choice, Billy. Was she enjoying the moment and would eventually end it before we committed the ultimate incestuous act? It won’t take long. Sarah emerged in a robe Mom had talked her into buying. I slowly made my way to her and could hear her sleeping.
