They were just dirtbags she met at the bar where she worked.Mary Boyd was an attractive woman. She had a great body and a nice ass. Peter fantasized t...at he and his mother were intimate. Mary was a single mother.She had many boyfriends but none of them seemed to ever make her happy. His mother was often sad and got drunk. She watched romantic stories on cable and cried. Peter never understood why she never could have lasting relationships.Mary had several jobs which left Peter alone a lot of. Had something to eat and look around their place. Not to much to find, but did manger to get some hidden money. I walk into their bedroom and lay down in their bed and turn the light out. When I awoke the sun was up and I feel great. My cock was rock hard and knowing how to take care of it, off downstairs I went. Both of them were awake. Without saiding a word I walk over to Norma and got up behind her. She knew what was about to happen. Time to party. I slide my cock into her dry pussy. It. Her tits in the air, head thrown back, licking her lips and moving her hips against her mother's mouth. It looked like they had forgotten all about me. It was time to make them aware again. I moved behind Aunt Emma and hiked her knee-length skirt over her ass. She jumped, surprised. They did forget about me, it seemed. But could I blame them? If I was face deep in Mom's cunt, I think I'd forget the world around me as well. I knelt, pulling aside her nondescript panties. I prodded. "These two are fighting more than ever. I'm glad they are going to have their own rooms."My dad glared at my brother and I. "You two better stop your fighting before I ground both of you. That means no TV for two weeks!"Two weeks! For a child that seems like an eternity, so whenever mom and dad weren't around, that's when Abel and I fought.We continued our name calling and bickering as any normal siblings do. It wasn't until we were twelve years old and the movie Titanic was showing on HBO. Our.