Both of his hands pushing down on my head. Forcing me to take all of him into my mouth and into the back of my throat. My eyes water, I fight back the...urge to vomit, I can feel him pulsate inside my mouth, and I know he’s close… “Ughhh hmmm damn..!” He lets go of me, his cum dripping from my mouth… I try my best to save all of it, to keep it in my mouth savoring it, before I swallow. His hand reaches out to me. His finger wipes the side of my lips and penetrates my mouth. I suckle on it for. Certainly not like this. A lot more discreet. You remember that one ginger, sometimes brunette, sometimes blonde woman who called herself ‘Lyde?’ That was me!” Mom explained as she rimmed Miranda to further excite me.“Yes, I remember! You always kissed me on the top of the head, hugged me, called me ‘honey,’ and gave me treats, like hard candies and so forth! You even gave some to Gina at times! So, you were Dad’s occasional lover named Lyde. I wondered as I got older if you and he were. He thought there had never been a more beautiful girl, and the tightening of his belly muscles reminded him how hot and sexy she was.But it finally penetrated, what his mother was saying, and he damned near choked on a bite of pancake. Swallowing quickly, he asked, "What? Me? Oh come on, mom--I'm sure old enough to take care of myself."His mother frowned at him. "Yes, I suppose so. But there's the new pool in the patio, and you can't swim very well, you'll admit."She was another lovely woman,. " he said peering though his bushy eyebrows. His wife threw a scowl as she continued knitting. Ann's recall of her recent spanking caused her face to flush but she persisted with her assurances. " And there's Dick and George and Timmy too, so I ll be double safe father!"Karen Cottage, set in a quiet Dorset village next to the sea, had been a holiday haunt for the family over past years. Now they were older, Julian, Dick and Ann wanted to rediscover it independently for themselves. Naturally.