The impression on my dad's face did not change much, but my mother looked like she had been slapped. I could not see Mina's face but I saw from behind...that she straightened and her fists tightened. It was Samuel's burp that ended the silence."You - are - not - my - father." Sure I am! Ask your mother how she screamed my name in those days, and again later."That was when Helen started crying and my mother dropped the cup she had been holding. I rose from the corner."Samuel, I think it is time. She groans and writhes in exaggerated fashion.As I sit I get a sense of what is happening around me. The guy in the back row in the middle is just sitting watching the film. He's in his 50's, in a suit and tie. The one almost directly behind me has his pants around his ankles and is wanking himself slowly. Younger, in a shirt, he seems engrossed in the film on screen. The one on the left appears to be rubbing himself through his pants, while the couple are leaning into each other but it is hard. I was hoping Ellen would do something about it quickly. I needed to cum. Ellen finished strapping the dildo on and approached the bed. She quickly straddled my head in a sixty-nine position and I was really ready for her. It was then that I realized that she still had her panties on. Had she forgotten to take them off? Apparently, Ellen had not forgotten to take them off as it wasn’t her intent for me to eat her again. She settled into position with the dido over my mouth and told me to open. I tilted my pelvis up to meet his and that made our bodies match perfectly. His hips ground against mine, his hands squeezing my breasts, rubbing my nipples between his fingers and the heat in my stomach felt out of control. “Oh Jeremy. I’m cumming”. I had to fight to keep my voice down as my body bucked against my son’s. I wrapped my arms around him, squeezing him tightly as the tremors in my body gradually lessened. Then I felt him stiffen again as he came for the second time in just a few.