My pussy gave a twitch at the thought of my own son's spermy fluid dripping onto my feverish body. I suddenly had the urge to touch his cock. "Ohhhh, ...oney, you're so hard!" I gasped, "Here, let me help you with that." I removed my left hand from my pussy. It was completely coated with a slick film of moisture. Threads of the sticky juices stretched from finger to finger as my hand made its way to my son's crotch. With a confident motion, my hand wrapped around his stiff cock. Quickly, I. I walked around the counter toward her. As I drew closer, she set the kettle down, eyes never leaving me. I loved the way her mouth was always on the verge of a smile, her face the quiet, restless moment before daybreak.“If you want me to fuck you, just say so,” I uttered.Her breath left her as if I’d stolen it. “That’s a very bold statement.”“But not untrue.”“What makes you think so?”I was an inch away. “It’s in the way you move. The things you wear. How you look at me.”Her chest heaved.. It seems it was a little much for you...tell me pet, do you want more of my loving, and will you give me yours...or am I just too forceful for you?” The final nail in my cross comes as I reply, “Please, Fran, please... tell me what I must do to keep you wanting me.” Had I looked I’d have seen Lucifer’s flaming eyes looking back at me from Fran’s, as she smiles and tells me, “Do you remember what I did to excite you so much, do that to me, now, as I tell you what you must do to keep me wanting. “No problem.” I smiled going back to work.“Hey Josh.” I said answering my phone later that day.“Hello there little sister.” “Where have you been?”“Busy…. Working, I just got back from Portland and I have been handling things.” He said.“I kept calling you, texting you, what gives?”He laughed.“Miss me?”I played with the blue ink pen in my hand.“Maybe.”“Hmmmm…. what do you miss about me?”“I miss my brother.” I said softly.“Well…. I miss you too.” When he said that…. my pussy tightened.“Have you.