I took the whole thing down my throat, and licked him all over. I stopped sucking occasionally to nibble on the crease of his leg and dick, leaving sm...ll hickeys. Soon enough I started to lick his ass. I soon learned that Arte was really into ass play. When I was licking his ass, it was the loudest moans Ive heard from him. He tried to talk dirty, but he couldnt even form words. His back was arched again, and his socked feet were on my shoulders. I removed my tongue to finger him and moved up. There’s just that one thing. Brother. Sister. Does HE want it? Are we willing to go into this thing knowing that it will never be accepted by anybody who knows that one fact?I wrapped my arms around myself while he fiddled with the fire. My arms. Self-hug. All I’ve gotten since I stopped getting ‘you poor thing’ hugs after Keith died. Until this weekend.Brad stood up and turned. Yes, I wanted this. I could DO this. That’s half of us. We have the rest of the week for him to figure it. He supposed that Mrs. Tandy was an old, blue haired lady, who was very sick or dying, and who was confined to her bed. He was fine with that too. Mrs. Tandy’s house was Victorian in style, with a nice, well tended garden. A kidney- shaped pool was wedged between the right side of the building and the pine grove growing nearby. John Stefanovitch was sitting by the pool when he saw Norma trotting towards him. “Mrs. Tandy wants to see you,” she said with a smile that made her look almost. He felt a tingling surge in his dick and was actually surprised that it was about to come up again already—but then again, when it came to his mother, he realized his cock was going to be almost permanently hard—a fact that neither of them was going to complain about.He closed the hatch door on the SUV and made his way to the driver's seat, his mind swirling with what had happened last night. After their lust-filled night together, he and his mother had eventually fallen asleep, blissfully.