Wouldyou like a drink? I have rum. Anything you want, mydear.” His voice was low and intense; just the sound ofit dampened my panties.“I d...n’t know. Why did you invite me here?” He chuckled. “Why did you come?” He asked softly. “Iinvited you here because I intend to fuck you.”My breath quickened at his blunt reply. Normally suchcrude language would have sent me reeling in the oppositedirection, but with everything else I would normally doso far. The curve of Elaine’s ass was like that of a classic Greek statue, full, mature, ripe, soft, wonderful. Occasionally she would rub her cheek against mother’s stocking, or kiss her thigh just above the dark band of the stocking; then kiss her way down the triangular path of hair now glistening with moisture from her deep, sensual kisses.“Come here...” my mother whispered.Aunt Elaine turned around so that my mother could kiss her pussy too. They struggled with the position but finally, they were. Erin smiled, “She told me when she did the IPT test, but asked me not to say anything until she got a doctor’s test, three months had passed, and you had been informed – Daddy!”“I just hung up with her, but didn’t touch on revealing the news. I figured you’d know how to handle things round here.”“Oh, we can tell everybody she’s preggers. Just don’t dwell on your role in creating that wonderful situation, especially in front of the reality TV cameras. Ash told me this morning that they’re going. My husband never touches me anymore. Oh, stick it in me. Ram my pussy,” and some other trashy bullshit I forget. “Easy, you old cow,” I snarl, and thrust three fingers into her heaving snatch. It’s surprisingly tight for such an old hole, and she was wetter than piss as I performed a digital exploratory. After about two minutes of this threeplay I figure she’s ready for my beefy cock, so I push her down on the seat, yank her legs wide open, lean.