There was not an ounce of fat on her, or on me for that matter. She was taller and more fully developed from the gymnastics she did. Her muscles rippl...d under her skin, her body was well formed from all the exercises she did. I looked at her body with the pride of a cousin who loves her to distraction. Overall, my body is smaller, and more slender, as I said. . My breasts were smaller than hers. I hoped when I filled out fully, they would be as large as hers, or even better, as large as her. Then her mum, Angela, walked back in from the kitchen carrying a tray of 3 glasses of orange juice, with a piled up plate of toast and marmalade.She looked utterly fuckable with her tousled dark hair, huge dark eyes and hardening dark nipples spilling out of a pyjama top that failed to reach her real pubic triangle.She slipped back into bed beside us, taking a firm grasp on my erection before purring "happy Fathering Sunday, luv"We had met and married when she was only 30, having given birth to. I stoke my husband's head to calm him and say, "Jack your feelings for your former commander need to be rectified."Jack surprises me when he aggressively declares, "Well, if Todd had not taken him out, I would have." Then he pats his pistol.I know my husband and the pistol threat is not an idle boast so I caution, "Jack my love, if you were to eliminate Glen, you would incur the wrath of all the Marines assembled."He further declares, "So who the fuck gives a shit! The bastard deserves to. ‘Does my sisyboy son still love his mommy’s pussy?’‘Yes mommy, I can’t stop thinking about it. I’ve never stopped thinking about your pussy since…’ My voice trailed off. Although I was a grown man, suddenly I felt like I was ten years old again.‘Then put your pathetic face into the crotch of mommy’s panties while they are still around her legs.’‘Now?’ ‘Yes now you stupid little bastard! Put your nose right into the crotch son.’I shuffled across the floor on my knees until I was kneeling.