That jolted me out of my reverie. My eyes snapped open, and my body shifted forward reflexively. Mom was yanked with me, since her hands were wedged tightly inside my shirt. My mind couldn't help but conjure images of her stroking my brother's c**k. She had told me they didn't have s*x. But would that count? My jealousy was suddenly white hot again. Looking over my shoulder at her, I asked, "What do you mean?"
She saw the look on my face and immediately let out a musical sounding laugh. Her fingers slid together at the tips of both breasts at once and she started rolling my n*****s in a gentle vice pinch. Electric pulses emanated down my body in rivulets, making my heart race. Then she said, "Shush it. I already told you we didn't have s*x. I just... helped him see that he doesn't need to
