“Or…” before I could finish my thought my phone rang [Joe] was flashing on my screen. “Hey” “...ey Princess, I’m sitting in my car. Guess where I’m at?” “I don’t know” “I’m outside of Quick Trip on 83rd Ave and Encanto Blvd. ” “WHAT? What are you doing there?” “Waiting for you gorgeous, so which way should I go?” “Uhmm just wait,. And my... But of course it was never really as simple as that. You don't decide to fuck your mother because your cock is bigger than your father's.Oh, I could blame Mr. Parker, Mr. Graham fucking Parker with his smooth talk and his oily manner. With his fat prick. What an asshole he was! But I made him pay.Or I could blame mom for letting the bastard, her boss, fuck her. I could blame her for making dad a cuckold, for making yours truly the son of a cuckold.Or blame dad for letting another man. They complied, however, and gave no resistance when I connected the chains linking their wrists to cables that ran up to pulleys on the ceiling. I shortened each of the cables in turn so that the girls were first brought to their feet and then forced into a position where, hands above their heads, they could only just support themselves on their toes.The application of a gagging rubber ball to each girl's mouth completed the preparations of my students, leaving them unable to comment on what. Pat moaned, "Yes. Like that. Just like that." I let go of Lily's hand and she continued unassisted, to Pat's verbal encouragement. Lily put her mouth back on Pat's nearest breast, and that was how we all were when Pat's climax hit her a couple of minutes later.I placed Pat's legs back on the mattress to either side of me, then reach across and put a hand around each of Lily's hips. I lifted her, and pulled her hips back toward me, laying her down so her body was on top of Pat's. After a little.