“I don’t know what you are doing to yourself but you are fading away. I’ll cook you dinner and put you to bed. You can sleep all weekend if you ...ant to. You might need to.”I was too tired to reject Margaret’s offer. I hoped that Helena wouldn’t come if Margaret was there. A weekend to recover might help.I forced myself to eat the dinner, almost too exhausted to lift the knife and fork. Shortly afterwards, dressed in a pair of Margaret’s deceased husband’s pyjamas, I was in bed in the spare. About seven, Moira came through my door, quickly stripped (I couldn’t miss the wet crotch of her panties), and spread her legs next to me in bed. I slid into her wet, wet vagina in one stroke and blew my balls out on the third one. She was grinning at me and said, “I think you like shared pussy”. I hadn’t softened and grinned right back as I kept moving in and out of the wettest, warmest, slickest place I could imagine. The erotic thoughts about all the mingled sperm we were both feeling right. After awhile I stood up and slowly walked out of the kitchen. All of a sudden I found myself walking into the bathroom. Mom was lying in the bath and had not soaped up yet. Oh, you've decided to come she said mat terof factly. That's nice. I want you to wash my pussy as you did Linda's. She leaned fully backwards in the tub and lifted her feet up and over the bathtub rims. She was hairy and her pussy was much bigger and fatter than Linda's. She was rubbing it lightly. She handed me the soap and. The game was ready to start again. they both looked over at us and smiled after the kick off they said well bet if its a run or pass and i could pick which one. I didnt even care what the bet was and said run .of course it was a pass , what do i owe they all three looked at each other and said blowjobs at the same time. I looked at Steve and asked are you sure its alright, he said you got us all hard now you have to do something we cant watch the game like this. Greg was first he walked over to.