with me kneeling before her, her eyes were hard and shiney, her breasts rising and falling quickly as my mom's hands traveled up her thighs. Mom had pushed her dress up so that it was bunched around her hips, and I could see her blue satin panties surrounded by soft pale thighs.

"Robert, I want you to take over," Mom said, scooting over. Josephine's eyes didn't know where to rest, on Mom's tits, my hands, our faces. She was at once confused and filled with lust. My hands were at Josephine's knee, "Now very slowly I want you to rub your hands up and down Josephine's legs, just like I was doing," As my hands traveled up her thighs she let go with a low throaty moan,

"Yes!" she hissed.The heat from her skin was dry, her legs were quivering. Her panties were sopping wet.

Mom laid her hand on my back, coaxing me along. Press here, squeeze there. Then she leaned forward, her hot breasts sliding against my skin, and whispered in my ear with her hot breath, "Now very slowly, reach up and put your hand on her sex, son." My cock jumped at the sound of the words, and then my sex-fogged brain finally understood them. My mouth was open as I stroked from knee to thigh, then kept going, until my left hand was on Josephine's crotch.

Josephine squealed and my hand shot back. I was afraid I was going to have the same reaction that had happened, earlier, but Mom chuckled, her voice low,