He would join her after dinner each night and sit with her while she breast-fed little Gary. He was such a good baby and only woke once during the ni...ht for a feed, after he had been put down about 9.00pm. As he sat watching them, he felt himself growing aroused just with the sight of the baby’s lips sucking on his mother’s breast. He suddenly felt that it was something he wanted to do too. Surely this couldn’t be right? He shouldn’t feel this way! He didn’t take his eyes from the. He pulled her up and hugged her. "I’m sorry, dear, I hope that wasn’t too much for you. I get excited. Sometimes it was more than your mother could take."She took a deep breath. "No...it was..." Throughout she hadn’t known that to think and found it unpleasant. But something about that last moment...when her father’s cock popped into her throat...when he just did what he needed without regard for her...it triggered something. It was...right. Especially for him. "I don’t know. But it’s okay, you. Those upright guardians of public morality had come to view the products she had on offer. Because dissatisfaction at the start of events would have rumbled throughout the day and could have an effected on her entire enterprise, she’d elected to set the tone early with the aerobics, a light-hearted, raunchy little romp that would stir the imaginings, and the pants, of the august get-together. The carefree gaiety that now surrounded Miriam lifted a burden from her mind, and her voice bubbled. I could feel the intense heat radiating from between her legs on my crotch. She broke away and we lay gasping for a moment before she said, “Why aren’t your pants off yet?” “I got distracted,” I panted, now trying desperately to undo my shorts. She scooted up a little so I could work behind her and grinned down at me, running her hands through my short hair. As I struggled, she took her hands from my head and reached behind her back, unhooking her bra. My eyes tracked up her body, taking.