"Oh," I faintly heard mom gasp. My eyes fluttered open to see mom now standing, her eyes riveted to my cock as the last of my load dribbled from the tip and slid down my shaft, coating my hand. She was wearing the same sundress, and I let my eyes travel over her. The barely hidden swell of her breasts, the slight pooch of her belly, and the hint of firm thighs just under the hemline.
Mom's not bashful when it comes to breast feeding her daughter. More then once her teenaged son watches. When he finally races to his room one night she knocks at his door only to find his sheets tented upward at his waist. You'll have to read the rest to know not the what but how it goes from there.