It seemed they were after squirrels today and I was pretty sure they didn't have a hope in hell of getting one. Still, I guess it was good practice. T...ey would disperse into the woods and then work themselves around slowly until they somehow all made a charge toward the intended target from different directions at the same time.For the life of me I couldn't discover how they signaled each other to start together. Finally I decided they were watching each other as carefully as they were watching. He plopped down on my bed and started rubbing Gracie’s pussy.“Daddy, he lasted longer than we thought, right mommy?” she asked.“Mmmmmmmmmm hmmmmmmm,” my mom responded.My dad slapped me on my shoulder and said, “That’s my boy.”“I can’t believe the plan worked,” Gracie said with a laugh.“What plan?” I said in a very confused manner.My mom stopped sucking my cock long enough to say, “We had to figure out how to initiate you into the family?”“Initiate?” I asked.“Both you mom and I were raised in. ”I swallowed hard, shocked that the attempt at humiliation hadn’t worked at all. On the contrary, it added a little edge to the taboo scenario. Not that it needed any more. There we were, me and daddy, in a seedy motel’s bathroom. I had my pussy in his face, his cock was rock hard again and ready to ruin my cunt, while his wife, my mom, was sleeping, unaware of the incestual sex about to happen ten steps and a locked door away from her.“So the only possibility is that your pussy hurts,” daddy. The wish god must have heard me because Mike flunked out of school, kissed Cindy goodbye and took off to see the world. Cindy tried to get him to stay, get a job and marry her, but Mike said he was not the marrying kind and then he was gone. Matty felt sorry for Cindy so she would ask Cindy over for dinner, include Cindy on our dates when we went to a show and before long I was dating Cindy. Matty didn't take it very well when I asked Cindy to marry me and she sent back the wedding invitation.