We paused for the full-moon feast, an important ritual for the family. My uncle Ira, with his two sons and three grandsons, had gone hunting the night...before. Not with camouflage and guns like humans do, but in the form of huge hairy black beasts with claws and teeth.To Grandpa Nathaniel’s relief, they’d brought back two deer this time. Sometimes they didn’t think so straight, under the influence of the moon and their animal natures, and once they’d brought a local farmer’s pig. We’d had no. "Thanks, dear. You have a wonderful cock by the way." It was a quiet, slow fuck, but it was still amazing to me that I was fucking my mom.She kept moving up and down on my shaft and increased her pace. I could tell she was nearing another orgasm. Her eyes closed and she ground her pussy on my cock as I reached up to play with her small tits. She slid a hand into her panties and I saw her fingers playing with her clit as her thighs pumped her up and down."Oh, oh, oh, oh" she panted in quick. I know it is not a good idea to mix romance and business, but the sex was plentiful and great and I thought he really did love me... maybe he did. He was supposed to be auditioning models for a new campaign of ours, but he kept having to "reshoot" sequences with Diane. I knew what was going on, but it wasn't his fault. She was throwing herself at him just to take him away from me. I decided that if she wanted a lot of good sex, I was going to give it to her. Well, maybe it wouldn't be. For example, she never wore clothes that turned him on, and she never initiated sex. They had an average, middle-aged sex life, meaning they screwed two or three times a week, but he wanted more, and he wanted her to chase him around occasionally. Yet, despite all his complaints, it came through pretty clearly that he loved his wife dearly and had absolutely no intention of leaving her. He just didn’t want her to be fat, stupid, and lazy.Hmmm! What to do? With him still under my control,.