Them magazines showed girls suckin on stiffies so Betty Jo tried it and boy was it good. She liked the taste of the white stuff so did it even at home...when Ma and Pa weren’t around or were behind the curtin.Betty Jo’s titties started to grow so I brought anuther magazine home and showed her about fuckin. She wanted to try it so my next brother put his smaller “cock” in her “pussy”. It only went part way in so he moved it in and out and shot his “cum” in there. I did it next and did it feel. I have never seen you this happy ever since dad passed away!Mom didn’t say anything. She fell back deeper into the chair. She knew how happy she was, the feelings, the way she was, how open she was. Everything was life-changing for her. She enjoyed every minute of it. She found the truth in what her son was saying. He was right. She was indeed enjoying her life.Me: Why take it away? We should both set our limits when we both were enjoying this?Mom looked up, met my eye. Her eyes were wet, a. Her luscious thighs were slightly parted, framing a perfect love triangle. Jerry leaned over Sarah’s bush and inhaled a heady mix of her luscious musk, tinged with a mild fragrance of lavender, and leftover sex. Sarah was still dozing as Jerry tenderly parted her pussy lips. He blew gently on her clit before kissing it and nudging it with the tip of his tongue; the salty-sweet taste causing his turgid cock to flower into a full throbbing erection. It was all he could do to maintain his gentle. Become an incubus ... but trust me and become mine. Let us have this chance to renew our vows. It’s only fitting. Our last chance at saving our marriage and my last efforts to do so, my final months with you, were stolen from us ... but we can have that back, my dear. I know what I said, that I wasn’t a great wife to you, so this isn’t about the love that we once had. This is about the love that I still feel, a mix of lust, affection, compassion, and guilt, perhaps, but still strong enough to.