"Are you counting, Claire?" I asked. "Was that number two?"Again, I felt her squeeze my finger."What number was that?" I asked. She replied with two s...ueezes.By the seventh stroke, her ass cheeks were quite nicely marked. Her thigh muscles trembled as she squeezed my finger the seventh time."Well done, Claire," I remarked.I dropped the cane. Slowly, my finger retreated from her tortured ass. I stepped away from her. I'm certain that she felt that I was finished with her. She was wrong. I moved. I could feel the individual taste buds as they passed over my swollen clit."That's it, now fuck me with that huge cock." He began a nice steady pace and I could feel my climax building again. I was so full, my clitoris was so swollen and sensitive and Steve is sucking and licking my cum coated pussy. Then it began, I had a thirty to forty second orgasm. I could feel my muscles grabbing the huge shaft and contracting as he continued to fuck me and lick me. After about fifteen seconds I couldn't. Dad opened her pussy lips for me, all I had to do was to get to work, sucking, licking her clit & finger fucking her pussy hole. While Mom was moaning like crazy, I pulled my finger from her pussy & licked wet, then I put it as far as it would go in to her ass. Then I worked a 2nd & a 3rd, I could tell, my fingers wasn’t the thing Mom ever had in her ass. Mom said, “Lay down here, son.” then she & I moved into a 69,with Mom on top of me. Dad moved behind Mom to tongue, finger & cock fuck her. It’s a sprawling mansion, old-fashioned, and not very well kept up. It has ancient radiators that rattle as they try to heat its big hallways and high-ceilinged rooms. Some of the rooms still have velvet curtains from like the Civil War, and huge canopy beds. The house has been expanded over the years, so the layout doesn’t make much sense. Big rooms, little rooms, twisting hallways, staircases… there’s even a rumor about a secret passage, and then there’s the enormous cellar area underneath as.