<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><em><strong>Name:</strong> Chanel Spalding <strong>Location:</strong> Home <strong>Tags:</strong> Loving Mommies </em></span></span><br/><hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcS_GmClfZ4HzAntUieHebttOMPxN8bq8p-tiOFzAEAzjabVxfP0_g)</div><br/><strong><em>“Put a plate together sweetheart and we’ll warm it up for you. How was your day? Do anything exciting?” </em></strong><br/><br/>I grin at my mom as my thoughts drift to what I did that day and how exciting it was, but those were obviously not anything I could share, so I shrug silently, watching her reach up for the sauce. Her shirt was hanging open, and I know the two of them were having a little 'adult time' as they used to call it when Reese and I were younger. I feel almost bad for interrupting, but they DID call us! I giggle silently to myself as I image what Reese would do if I were to walk around my with breasts hanging out, cupped in a tiny little demi bra that did little hide anything and more to display it. He'd probably lift me up on the kitchen counter and fuck me then and there! I blush slightly as the thought sends a shiver of pleasure through me and a jolt of fire to my already wet and aching pussy. Perhaps the next time we're in the house alone....<br/><br/><strong><em>“Hey come on. Answer your mom. What have you guys been up-to-today?”</em></strong><br/><br/>It takes me a moment to realize it's my mom's hand caressing my hip, and not my brother's, and I try to calm the arousal that had come with that touch. Damn! I was so turned on right now! I knew I had Reese's cum deep inside me, but that just made me want more. I wanted to be full of my brother's sex. I wanted to know I was carrying even more of him around inside me. But for now, the knowledge that I had at least some in my belly as I went about getting dinner innocently with my moms was enough to make me even more turned on.<br/><br/><strong>"It was good. I tried my hand at writing."</strong>I wasn't sure if I should say WHAT it was I was writing, or that it was for Reese's blog, and I hoped neither of them would ask what it was about. I wasn't sure what I would say to that....