“Why?” Barb asked, surprised at her reaction. “What happened?”“Arthur has very much enjoyed the open bar this evening,” I said. “He expr...ssed some sentiments that he probably would have kept to himself under other circumstances. Janice wasn’t pleased with Jane’s dress or her drink.” Jane was nursing her second glass, but it had been an hour since she’d started her first, so she wasn’t on her way to getting drunk and I wasn’t about to leave her side for an instant.Barb winced. “How bad was Dad?”. This wild, taboo ache that filled me as I feasted on her. I loved it. This was incredible. I groaned, my cunt clenching. I shook my hips from side to side, reveling in every moment of devouring my mother's snatch.I thrust my tongue into her.I fluttered up and down. I devoured her. I gave her all my attention. I licked and lapped at her with all the hunger I could muster. She gasped and moaned. She sounded so delighted to have my tongue plundering her pussy. Caressing her clit.“Yes, yes, this. Meanwhile, I took off my transparent top and bra too. And I grabbed my boobs and pinched my own nipples. Then she pushed me forward and I came into doggy style. She came close to me and sucked her middle finger and inserted it with one force. I moaned loud. Then she started to move her finger and inserted another. I screamed with pain this time. She was doing in and out with her those inside my pussy. While she started to suck my asshole, Which I like most.After some minutes I informed her that. For the first time since she'd given birth to little darlin', she felt sexual arousal. Guilt flooded her. Her husband should be creating the arousal she was feeling, not her brother."Enough," she whispered, but when she felt his lips move from her breast, she wanted them back desperately."Thank you. Your milk is sweet and warm. I love the taste of it," David said, his voice unusually bland. "Sorry about the mess. I can taste and suck, but I can't swallow."He's hiding his feelings, Darla guessed.