"Well, maybe two or three hours. No more than four! Uh, come back after lunch and we'll talk about it."We snuggled into him. He is so much fun, still ... little boy at heart. I love these arms. These are the arms I am going to die in.Emma's StoryMomma Donnie was always such fun to be around. Even without telempathy we could always tease Daddy unmercifully, always in synch, never breaking stride.I've known all my life that Momma Dee Dee is my birth mother. But I don't believe that I ever heard the. I said not a problem , we drove for about an hour to the outskirts of london , parked to car and took a lift in to a block of flats, she again asked where were we as the block was clearly residestial as apposed to last weeks hotel, we reached a steel gated entrance, it was a cold winters night, dim lighting on the balconey as we waited to be let in, i glazed over to sam who judging by the hardness of her nipples poking through her blouse she was braless, just then the intercom buzzed into life. ."Mama, Do you want to really fuck your son?" I asked as she looked right into the webcam and right into my eye's and said, "I want to fuck my son in law, I want his big cock up my fat ass, and I want to suck my ass juice off his cock as he cum's down my throat"... I was quite hard at this moment... Mostly because even if I had herd her husband admit to wanting to see that before, to hear it for my own ears and to hear it from my own mother in law's lips I could not believe how much precum I. ‘Bullshit,’ he said. ‘I’m all right, dammit. You worry too goddamned much.’ She cursed herself for having given in. She should have marched back into the house and asked for help, even if only to beg a ride home so she wouldn’t have to be with him in that condition. Pride had stopped her. Her sister and two brothers all had postcard marriages. She refused to be the only one with problems. Besides, there was very little traffic, and they only had a few miles to go to get home. Maybe he was.