" Well that's good. I guess you'll finally live out your fantasy." Who are you kidding? You want to suck a cock for me and you know it!"Several days p...ssed and she didn't say a word about it but that Thursday she came running in the room, with a smile on her face."Good news babe, He agreed to do it. Sent him a picture and he said he'd love to be sucked by either one of us. I gave him the address and he'll be over on Saturday around 5. His name is Jamal and he has a big black cock for you!". That gave me enough time to jump out of bed and rush past her on my way to the bathroom.That was when I ran smack into Mom coming out of the shower wearing two bath towels, one around her body and one around her hair.Mom laughed and said, “By the feel of that meat between my legs, I’d say your sister has asked you to go to the aerobic class with her.”Sure enough when I unwrapped my arms from around my mother, her legs were clamped shut with my cock trapped between them.She giggled as I pulled. Her mom was there of course when we came in ready to wait on her hand and foot.Margret is a tough woman and even going through what she didn’t want to feel helpless. Since I worked for the state I had vacation days I had to use so I spent a week with her. Her mom would still stop in three or four times a day,but at least Margret and I had time to talk. One night when she was snuggling against me she said “you know if this was our child I would be pretty upset, am I wrong for not feeling that. “Bonjour, Sébastien,” I stepped closer, sniffing, “What’s cooking?”“A labor of love,” he rattled the pan, his head half-hidden in a cloud of steam, “Pommes pochées au vin rouge, et pâte à crêpes au chocolat.”My mouth watered, “Smells amazing.”“Tastes even better, no?” He grinned, “Shall I fix you a plate?”“I shouldn’t,” I shook my head, still feeling guilty.“Ah, but you should,” he pointed with his wooden spoon, “It’s getting colder out there. And Marie tells me you’re eating like a.