On the back porch was Mrs. Thorn in a short white skirt and cropped top that dipped low and showed most of her cleavage. She smiled when he opened the...door."Ethan, dear. How are you?" she said."Fine, Mrs. Thorn. Come on in."She brushed past his front side on the way in."I heard your car. I hope you don't mind." No, I don't mind. Would you like something to eat?" he said, and went back to the counter to finish putting his sandwich together.She put one hand on the counter bar and one hand on her. Here I was, in the back seat of my fathers car whit my mom sitting on my lap, her front totally naked whit only her high heels on, ready and willing for me to do what I want. I started running my hands up and down her body, I started fondling both of her tits. She struck her chest out so I could press against her tits even harder. She raised her hips up and pulled the dress out from under her ass, I had full view of my mom’s gracious ass, she bent over the painting and give my dad a kiss, how. I put my hand overhers to stop her but the older one stood up quicklysaying, “Wait, I will watch the door,” and with that sheslipped out side closing the curtain and door.The younger one pulled my cock out, which was harddespite my discomfort and started to jack me off starringme in the eye the whole time. She shifted towards me andoffered me her breasts again, this time I didn’t resist.As she jacked me off I mauled her massive breasts oneafter the other rolling her huge. He fell on his face in some berry thorns. I told him to surrender and crawl out, but he pulled a pistol from his belt and thumbed it back to full cock. I shot him. Three heavy buckshot and the musket ball left him with an astonished look but not much chest. I reloaded my musket and waited deep among the trees and underbrush."Captain?" came the cry from the trail. "What's goin' on?"I found a fir with a good limb to rest my rifle on, drew down on the dragoon at the far end of the line of.