Tell me son why don’t you fuck your mothers holes hard?” Master asks. “I don’t know Dad…she’s like my mom” son answers hesitantly. “No...son, she is a fucktoy. I know its hard for you to see that now, and with age you will continue to see how worthless she is, but I want you to treat her just as you would any old common whore while I am gone, do you understand me?” Master demands. ”Yes Dad…” Little Master responds. I feel my nipples harden with excitement while listening to their conversation.. I glanced at Serenity just to make sure and she confirmed that we were good.Grabbing the chest and envelope, we headed back out to the car. Once we were all in, and Serenity was holding the wooden box in her lap, the first thing I did was open the letter, surprised that it was a very simple note, written in my mother’s elegant handwriting. The sight of her *********** made me nostalgic and somber, though I tried to push it off for now.“Huh,” I said out loud, attempting to keep my voice even.. Tiffany didn’t seem to mind the prospect of a group sleepover but Katelyn was a little concerned.”“Crap,” Phil said. “I wasn’t planning an orgy if that’s what you’re wondering. I just forgot the girls had asked for their beds. I figured we’d have to replace them and put them into storage because they were only twins, I think. I can see what Rick has downstairs; just give me a minute to get everyone organized. I’m going to suggest we wait on dinner until tomorrow. It’s later than we hoped and. One weekend he invited me to go to his parents home to visit. I accepted and we caught a ride to a nice middle class home on the west side of San Antonio. He was the youngest of 4, he had 3 older sisters, all 3 were married. His mom and dad were very nice and gracious hosts. His mom was a very good looking hispanic lady with dark brown hair, greenish eyes and a great body. His mom was 52, his dad 58. I was 20 at that time. Right away his mom treated me special, almost like she was flirting with.