Usne darwaja band kiya aur mere goad me aake baith gayi, main dar gaya maine kaha ki koi dekh lega. Usne kaha ki ghar par koi nahi hai. Sab bahar gaye...hai. Main bhi is se kush ho gaya. Aur woh meri god mein baithe baithe hilne lagi aur apni gand se mere lund ko ragadne lagi. Mera usi samy khada ho gaya aur main bhi uske chuche dabane laga. Aisa kagi der tak kiya. Phir maine usko uthaya aur usko ek jor se french kiss diya aur apni jibh uske muh mein daal di. Aur ghumane laga. Asne bhi apni jibh. "David... Son... Why are you... Ung... In here?" She seemed to be having a hard time talking as Peter pounded into her."You said what you wanted. Your son is here to supply you with your desires." Peter told her, as if discussing the Sunday paper, and not an act of i****t."But... No. I can't," Her words were at odds with the spark in her eyes, and she started to lick her lips. "I mean... It's wrong." She was no longer fighting Peter, and even seemed to be returning his thrusts. David crawled up. Feeling wanted, sexy, and of course feeling all this pleasure.“Oh, Brian. Yes, baby, just like that,” I moan. I pull tighter but it’s clear that if I move you, it’s going to be because you let me. You tease me, pulling back right as I tell you how good it feels. You slow, and just barely trace your tongue tip along my clit. I think I can hear you almost chuckling, amused that I’m at your mercy. With how good your tongue feels, I don’t mind.My head is leaning back against the couch, eyes closed. The next morning they discharged her.It was summer so I tended to her, as Dad was with his new family. She seemed fine during the day, and I went out to play basketball with friends for an hour.When I returned she was in the kitchen cooking dinner, but she was topless. Her big breasts swayed in front of her as she cut up carrots for a salad."Mom? Why aren't you dressed?"She looked down and looked up with a frightened look. Covering her big titties, she dashed for her room. I followed and stood.