There was a lounging bed out there so that is where I sat. She sat next to me. As I was looking at the night sky, she punched me in the arm. “That w...s for surprising me and not letting me know you were coming.” She said. I turned toward her and grabbed her head and turned it toward me and kissed her on the lips. “That was for welcoming me to your home.” I replied. She asked me why I came. And I said I wanted to see her. Plain and simple. She told me I was crazy. I told her I am a crazy man when. "Jesus, baby! Who taught you how to fuck like that!" I asked. sighing deeply. "I guess you did, Mom, since I've never fucked like that before." His tongue stroked the curve of my ear, and I felt my belly quiver. I wanted him again! I wanted my son to fuck me till I dropped! Soon, soon, we would be entwined in yet another deliciously i****tuous fuck. I reached for his cock and looked up into his eyes. "How long can you keep this thing hard, darling", I husked, "Mommy wants to fuck you all night. I wish John wasn’t there so I could suck him off. We tossed him in bed and went back to the group. Time passed and John was the next to “fall”. He ended up taking all of his clothes off in front of us. He sat down in his chair opposite us, legs spread, casually drinking his beer. He would periodically play with his cock and was sporting a hairless ¾ erection. Due to our collective inebriation, we didn’t notice Steve’s father approaching us from inside via the sliding glass door. He came up to. Two underage daughters had been moved to a safe house. Parents were being questioned. Police were expected to release a statement later in the day."Even though no names were mentioned, we assumed that fate had struck at 'our ' family again. Next day, our worst fears were confirmed. Bad taste triumphed when the paper showed a photograph of the 'distressed' parents, an enraged Helmut with heartbroken Karla in his arms, taken with a very long lens. The bastards. What to do now? How to help?I.