”And then I plunged into my son’s clean, unlubed cunt. He cried out. I did, too. I guess that was our talk. I guess that was all that needed to be...said.As I plowed him, railed him, bred him, he moaned and flexed, showing me his muscles, displaying his pride, being what he needed to be: His father’s slut-bottom son, born and raised to serve the cock that created him.His mother moved out years ago - sensing, I think, our growing bond, unwilling to intrude on our deviant passion - frightened by. Seventy years if she was a day.” “Eeeeew! I didn’t need that visual.” “Well she wasn’t wearing one of them!” Celeste retorted, laughing. “In fact she looked very elegant and modest for a senior citizen. But, man, she must have rocked it in her day.” Celeste adjusted the lapels until her nipples were hidden again. Vicky still looked uncertain. “Maybe they’re supposed to be jackets,” she suggested, brightening. “Are there any matching skirts back there?” She turned and eyed the racks of airline. She loved the fact that they shared that moment. Her lover suggested that she go get cleaned up, soshe had gone into the bathroom to take a quick shower. While washing herself, he came in and asked to join her. ‘Of course’, she replied and opened the curtain for him to enter. She had the soap in her hand and with her other hand grabbed his cock and began stroking it to wash it. He put his hand on the wall to keep his balance and closed his eyes and groaned with pleasure. She loved seeing his. Left the clouds on their own for a moment, opened my eyes, and turned to look at Sam. I wanted to lick those little drops of sweat off of her upper lip.I closed my eyes again, but I could hear the smile in Sam’s voice.“Go ahead, Buddy.”I turned on my side. Salty, warm sweat, and my tongue liked every little drop. Then my lips were on hers and our tongues were where they wanted to be and we were both all sweaty now all over and who cared?I slipped Sam’s t-shirt up to her neck. She was still.