I must have been longer, as mature I turned from one hallway to the one towards my bedroom, the front door popped open. In came my son Kyle, and two of his buddies right behind him. And homemade there I was, like a deer caught in headlights, I froze clutching my robe with one hand to keep it from opening since the belt was god knows where. The expression on Kyle’s face was not one of surprise, but one of those snarky, humorous ones when one would catch another in a compromising position. He smiled ear to ear…his two buddies trying to position their heads around him to see…well it was obvious what they wanted to see was me. “Mom…so nice to meet me at the door like this…” He laughed quietly; as he walked towards me with his hands outstretched, “give me a hug”. I should have just turned and walked away…but something in me told me that is what he would expect and then turn it into amateur an embarrassing reaction on my part. After taking one step back, I held my ground…then opened my arms as he put his around me. Gave him a short, hard hug and then backed away trying to regain clasping the robe shut. Noticed my son’s nostrils flaring…just a little and then a bit more. There was a curious expression on his face. It hit me…he smelled sex. Turned to make an exit…robe somehow caught on the floor lamp next to me, as I turned it pulled one side of the robe open. Kyle and his buddies got an eyeful of the entire length of half my naked body. I quickly closed and made an exit. All I heard behind couple me was a collective “wow”. Any embarrassment was fleeting at the most; instead humor enveloped and then turned to the devious thought of my inner voyeur. If that bothers someone, oh well…fuck you. Internally, our family never shied away from the preponderance of media sexual connotation. We never inhibited our children based on entertainment ratings, whether sex was implied or expressed in movies, magazines, or what not…we did not shield them from it as the idea was that curiosity was a greater motivation than exposure. So if a question was asked, it was answered…but both my husband and myself usually responded with answers more based on a sense of levity than seriousness. So if we were all watching a movie and there was nudity, or even actual sex, the comments from one or all of massage the children hardly raised an eyebrow. Kyle might say, “nice rack” in regards to an actress’s assets…and we might or might not agree. The same thing as if Kayla would make the comment about some guy being “hung”, we would all agree or not. Not that we did it with vulgarity, but most often with a sense of being humorous. Even lately…our thirteen, soon to be fourteen, youngest daughter, Kellie, has surprised us with comments. To him (and he mature was willing to bet money this was true for her too), this was a game. I realized my dad was in my room with several more lenghts of rope. So the first thing he would have to do, after leaving school, was go to the bank. My toes curled. Blue bra and panties, and Red and Black thongs, with a red Bra and Black peephole Bra and; Sarah waited for the other customer to finish before she dared to approach the counter with the items and only at the last second she grabbed the large pants to add to her purchases. How she manages to walk around with them amazes me. I felt so defeated. I slapped him even harder. She began to lick as well as finger Doris's cunt. I shoved my son's prick between my thighs and closed them tightly, jerking my hips, sliding my steaming cunt slit along that rigid, couple beautiful, throbbing shaft. When they were done, she hugged him tight and said "I homemade love you, Donny. I squeaked at how uncomfortable it was, feeling myself tighten up again at a deeper intrusion. "AAAAAAAHHHHHHH! Oh, God, she felt incredible about me. He grabbed her ankles and wrapped her legs around him, lining massage up the head amateur of his cock for penetration. He spread her legs wider, pulling them back until her ass was off the ground.