I danced at her wedding."Girl's gone, good looker, young," said the voice. "Not sure if she was snatched but probably. She's called Glory, Gloria some...hing I guess, Vanderhoff. He's State, deputy undersec, a prick, and her mother's CIA, Lebanese more or less, a translator and minor expert on Arab women's affairs, such as they are." Send me a picture," I said as the moaning young woman climbed up my legs and licked the head of my dangling prick, her big tits rubbing on my knees, fat nipples. As usual my dad left on his business work to out station for 3 weeks though he is always on tours with his business but this time it is more important for me to fulfil my lusty dreams about my mom. I always dream about having sex with my mom. My uncle’s (my dad’s brothers) always visits our place when dad is out of station. I have never suspected their visit but one day i bunk my college and planned for a movie and as i could not get the tickets i came home early. To my surprise my uncle’s. Maa muskurate hue boli : marungi agar papa ko bataya to ki me us dress me gayi thi huh, shayad unhe acha nahi lagega.Mein : are mom aap bolkar to dekho ki aap kitni sexy lag rahi thi. Dad shadi wadi chod kar bhaag ayenge.Maa : haan bag kar ayenge lath marne ha ha ha! Aur kya ye tu mujhe sexy sexy bol raha hai. Am your mom.Mein : wahi na mera badluck.Maa sofe ke cusion ko utha kar mujh par pekhte hue boli : haan haan ab mein tumhari maa hoon ye tera badluck haina.Itna kahte hue unhone apne robe. We had switched and swapped all the possibilities. My cock had taken both my daughter’s virginities while my wife’s own incestuous fantasies had come to life.We had both been lusting for our daughters and too scared to open up to the other.My hand stroked down my youngest daughter. Kimmie and Dusk (real name Eve) were sleeping cuddled up together. I should go back to bed. There was still thirty minutes before the alarm to wake us up for Sunday Morning church, but... I had my fourteen-year-old.