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I couldn’t help but stare at her for a moment before she realised, I was there, and once again caught me checking her out. “Hey there stranger, there is some lasagne left in the microwave for you it is probably still warm.” She said with a smile. She clearly Big Tits had a tough day at work, as she was definitely more on the tipsy side. Something that was rare to see, but happened on occasion. “How was work?” I asked. “Good, busy and a long shift. Just need some time out from everything going on and some relaxation.” She said gesturing to her wine. “Well I understand that, I might have some dinner and a shower before heading to bed.” “God a shower is a great idea, and you can’t just leave your mother drinking alone. That would just mean I am an alcoholic. You eat and have a shower and I will go take a bath and then we can come finish off my wine and a movie. Just forget about everything tonight.” Before I could even respond my mother took off to draw a bath in her en suite. After my own shower I put on a pair of loose track pants and a clean shirt before heading back down to the living room. To my surprise I found my mother already out of her bath and on the couch. Her hair still dry, but the bun done up neatly and in a black satin robe that cut off just before her knees. With her legs pulled up into the middle of the couch. She gave me another big smile as she greeted me. “Hello again stranger.” “Oh, so am I just a stranger tonight?” I asked as I took a seat at the other end of the couch. “For tonight you can be.” She responded as she leaned from the couch to pour a glass of wine for me, before handing it to me. We took a short while flicking through Netflix before settling on a new Adam Sandler movie. The movie dragged on a little at the start before my focus was taken away from it. My mother had stretched her legs out across the couch and over my lap, it caused her robe to shift slightly as rest higher up her thigh. Her soft white skin was more exposed and the pressure from her feet and legs over my lap. I glanced up at her, but she seemed to be intently watching the movie. Her lips pursed a little as she occasionally took a sip of wine. I finished my second glass of wine and felt the stirring sensation indian in my pants. Just thinking about it made it worse. I tried to focus on the movie, but struggled as my eyes would move back over and linger on my mother’s thigh. I bit down on my lip, hoping the pain would distract me. Her legs stretched out for a moment rubbing their length across the bulge that was softcore beginning to form. “I didn’t think the movie was this good.” She said as she curled her knees back up a little dragging her legs and feet across my bulge. “It isn't, it just happens sometimes.” “See this is why you need a girlfriend to take care of those needs, that your mother can't" “Well I mean if I am a stranger, that makes you one as well.” I joked, that is when she did something unexpected. Rolling onto her back she kept her legs over my lap, and the black satin robe exposed just a sliver across her stomach. I could see the edges of her panties and bra. “I mean, I guess we are both strangers then. I quickly realized that my little sister was kissing its head. First one side and then the other. “No Johnny, we can’t,” she said as she moved to lay with her head on her pillow. They then started kissing again. I really softcore didn’t think my family wanted to see me anyhow. "Since you can't see anything I will tell you Big Tits what I'm doing. She spun around, bent over, and pointed her ass at me. God, she had a cute tush. Then, about half way through the meal she asked, Brie watched as indian a realization dawned on him. Sarah was sad for her husband, he was treated worse than a dog, while she had some freedom and some nice hard cock to fill her up.