That's how wild you drive me."Holy mother of God, my mother is talking about ME. She's fantasizing about ME!That vibrator is continually sliding in an... out of her nasty brown pucker and she is imagining it to be MY cock.Whom else would she be referring to; after all, I'm the only Simon in her life.I was more and more aware of the fact that my mother, my horny mother, has been fantasizing about me for some time now too, and that very thought was rocking my world.I kept jacking off, waiting,. No bra, Amber’s titties were the size of melons, but they were solid with no jiggle so she didn’t need to wear a bra for support. Amber knew I bought her a new wardrobe for the trip but she had no idea what I bought her until she walked into my bedroom and saw what lay there at the foot of my/our bed. “I love it, honey, but I can’t wear it honey,” She said pointing at the lace g-string. “I’m too fucking hairy down there.” “I know that, sweetheart. I’m going to shave your pussy so it’s as. At least - anymore than I already have.Just as sure as I know my name is Lucien Mickel Marceau, I know that my step-sister and I will fuck like rabbits in a breeding pen - as soon as we can get my cock in her pussy the first time. She’s already told me we were, and I don’t have the willpower to prove her wrong.With her digital camera set up on its tripod, I pulled my drapes back all the way. I could see the exercise room with all the exercise equipment lined up neatly. The lights must be. “Hi, Dad. Looks like bein’ married to Jess has bumped up your housekeeping.”“Why thank you, Meg,” I replied. “Yes, Jess brings out the best in me.”Megan eyed Jessica, put her famous smirk on. All her life I’d known that smirk. It’s bidirectional – just as likely to precede a cutting insult as a quirky compliment.“I always thought that “The Odd Couple” was these two weird OLD guys,” she said. The smirk changed to a smile. “I was wrong.” She positioned herself on the sofa.“What?!?” I.