Sauntering up to the two of them, my mother spotted me and smiled. I walked right up in front of her, completely uninhibited after the passionate night of dancing the three of us had already shared. I knew I was being rather audacious, but I stepped between her legs and placed my hands on her sides, gripping her gently. Then I pressed my crotch against hers and immediately got swept up in their rhythm. Suddenly, our hips were moving in unison. All three of us. My brother looked down at me from behind my mom's head, lips parted. I could feel his knuckles brushing against my belly, his hands still clasped across our mother's abdomen. His cheeks were flush, which I knew had to be from more than just exertion.
I realized that I could feel heat coming from the older woman's crotch. From her p*
