Her shirt landed on top of her suit jacket and her skirt fell in a puddle around her feet. Mom stood there in a white lace bra and panties, topped off with a matching white lace garter belt, with her back arched pushing her breasts as far forward as possible into her son’s hands. Mom’s hard nipples stood out through the thin lace as they appeared and disappeared between his moving fingers. Soft moans escaped her mouth as she ran her hands along his arms and under his shirt then back to his arms.
She reached behind her to unclasp her bra but he stopped her. “No, leave it on. You always look so sexy in it.”
Mom blushed at her son’s words and she did as she asked.
Holy shit, mom wore that to work?
“You’re soaked, mom,” he said when one of his hands trailed down her body, down to her panties. Mom had helpfully worn her panties over the garter belt. “Did you get any work done today?”
“God, no. Why do you think I came home so early? I couldn’t stop thinking about this.” She reached down and ran a finger down the outline of his dick through his tented shorts. “Did you think about me at school?”
“Yes,” he practically hissed the word as mom continued to run a hand up and down his shorts. “I had to hold a textbook in front of me almost the entire day.”
Jess almost laughed along with mom.
It was his turn to get undressed and it took far less time. Jess had always knew her brother was in shape but seeing him in this light was a far different thing. The flex of his arms as he stripped off his shirt. The curl of his abs when bent over to shove his shorts down. His dick bounced free, so hard it pointed up towards mom.
“How do you want mommy?”
His only answer was to kneel and pull her panties down. Multiple strands of mom’s clear juice stretched between her panties and pussy. Her brother must have seen it too because he took his time pulling them off and when they snapped he pulled them off all the way. He brought them up to his face and took a deep breath and quick lick. He kept them in his hands as he pushed mom to lean back against the island.
Before his head covered it, Jess saw a small, trimmed triangle of hair on mom’s pussy. She expected James to dive right in but he began kissing mom’s thighs and running his hands up and down the pantyhose. He kept it up for longer than she thought he would and began to grow impatient for things to move along. Mom must have felt the same because she took the back of his head into her hands and moved his face where she, and Jess, wanted it.
As soon as he was in place, his head bobbed up and down and side to side and in circles, never using the same motion for too long. His lips and tongue touching every inch of mom’s lips before moving to her clit then back to her lips. Someone had taught him well. Those soft moans from mom grew louder and louder until they turned into a deep, aching groan coming from the back of her throat. That must have been the sign her brother was waiting for because he brought a hand into the picture. Jess couldn’t tell exactly what he was doing but the steady up and down motion of his arm was clear enough.