Tense!" Mom laughed briefly at her own bawdy humour.Who was this woman with her hand on my dick?Then mother stopped and I could not help but groan wit... the unexpected loss - her hand slipping off my cock to fumble about in the darkness.That left me a few seconds to contemplate what had just happened - to listen to the loud and fast thump of my beating heart, sure that the fucking air mattress was bouncing from its reverberations. The time I had to contemplate the last minute left me no less. There is an eleven-year age gap between my eldest step-daughter and my other two girls who both came into the world just over a year into married life. Both redheads. Both take after me. Both drive daddy around the bend and he wouldn't have it any other way.And here's me. Happily married. A regular soccer mom.Babette is here too. Sat beside me taking in the sun under a Mister Blue Sky that stretches to the far horizon. Above all others, she is the one who guided me when I needed it the most and. My cock-head slipped inside and the feeling was like nothing I had ever experienced. As mom said, it was completely different to a cunt-fuck, much tighter, and a feeling of having my cock-head in a vice-like grip. I gave her a few seconds to get used to my size, and then pushed a little more in. Mom was sweating freely now, and I could feel here clenching and releasing her shitter as she tried to accommodate the log that was relentlessly invading her shit chute. I wanted to know she was ok, but. "Huh? What are you talking about?" She asked. "I saw the look on your face earlier." Erin said, and rested her chin on one of her hands. "I'm sorry. I just can't do the things you do." Jamie said, but Erin just shook her head. "It's cool. Don't worry about it." Erin said, in a tone unlike herself. "Look at these people. I bet I can tell you what people are thinking just by looking at them." Erin told Jamie. "See that older man sitting over there?" She asked, and motioned to a middle-aged man.