"Yeah I do, you're my s*ster and I trust you with this as your s*ster."Sam groaned and shifted in the beanbag chair. She started pushing buttons on he... phone again."You can't tell Freddie either." Melanie added.Sam looked up and started erasing the text she was writing and groaned again. "So I can't tell anyone?" I will tell everyone soon, okay?" So… do you currently have a… girlfriend?" Sam asked."No." You like anyone?" Yeah." Who?" I can't tell you that." No way. It's someone I know isn't. I rinsed my glass out and left it in the sink. Looking out the kitchen window to the west, I noticed some storm clouds appearing to form. I might not get my car washed today if it ends up raining all day. My mom walked into the kitchen and made a comment, “Lost in thought?”I nodded my head yes and turned around. She had showered and dressed in a pair of white shorts that were tight and mid-thigh, a light blue tank top that accentuated her full breasts, her nipples hard in the lace bra poking. Light leaked down to where he sat and he looked around for any hope of escape. There was none. He doubted he’d be able to escape if he wanted to, he was trying so hard to ignore his stomach.Then, the light flicked on. Cameron was blinded by the sudden brightness and squinted his eyes. He heard a couple footsteps and then a woman’s head leaned below the ceiling and found him. The face looked younger than he’d expected. Perhaps over thirty, with a sketch of worry lines, but she’d still get. Janelle's bowels rippled and writhed around my dick. The heaven of it was incredible. The incestuous rush of her asshole milking my cock sent such pleasure surging through me.“Fuck, yes!” I growled and erupted.I flooded my eldest daughter's asshole. I pumped her full of my spunk. The pleasure slammed into my mind. Bliss burned across my thoughts. Her bowels rippled around me, milking my cock and drawing out every drop of my spunk.“Oh, Janelle!” Sarah groaned. “Yes!”My middle daughter joined us..