“That’s it baby… Fuck me… Fuck me good… Fuck mommy good and hard!!!”Between her moans, my previously prudish and very proper mother contin...ed to spew out streams of whorehouse filth which she had not ever before indicated she was capable of. Whether this was a result of what she heard on the movies or not, I didn’t care, but her words turned me on even more causing me to increase the tempo of my thrusts.“Yes baby, yes… That’s it son… Just like that… Fuck mommy harder… Give mommy your cock baby…. He wrapped his arm around me and held me close. That simple action made everything right. I'd continue to find out more about my mother but nothing was going to change who she was. And while others might hope, I was the one in Jack's arms, feeling his love.The alarm rang too early once again. We both stumbled out of bed. I headed to the bathroom while Jack detoured to the living room to let Bozo out. I was in the shower when he came in."Good morning, Beautiful." Good morning, Jack. How are you. She was four inches shorter than Claire’s lanky 5’9” and her eyes were almond shaped. She kept her dark hair long, but otherwise was fanatical about keeping herself smooth and hairless. Claire merely stripped off the running shorts, and tee shirt she had donned when getting home from her trip. She didn’t really need to wear a bra, her puffy nipples usually behaved in a loose shirt, and she rarely wore underwear since Marci and Jerry had shaved her pussy lips. They still left the light wispy. They were both wearing the same, almost see-through, shift dresses and, standing in the doorway with the light behind them, Daniel could see they weren't wearing anything underneath. They both stood and looked at his naked body for a minute, before removing their dresses and walking toward him.It was now Two o'clock, and the preparations were further on. The bunting was now all up, and the Square cleared apart from the centerpiece. This was a platform containing a large oak table, a single.