The center of her crotch was slick with her lubrication, as the tip of my eager instrument was ever so gently and cautiously seeking the passage I kne... was there. Perhaps a slip into her for just an instant? Might she be still so fuzzy-buzzy as to let the cap of my member sink an inch into her heat?“Babe?” Mom whispered.“Mm?”“I'm straight now, this morning.”“No hang-over?”“None, but I want you to know I am in full control of myself and my senses. Therefore, anything we do, is done not. " He said gazing down at me with a smile on his face. He gently kissed my lips, and caressed my breast with his strong hands. I could feel tingling all the way down my spine. He began to kiss down towards my breasts and took a nipple into his mouth and started to suck gently. His other hand was on my other breast pulling on the nipple; pulling on it to make it rock hard. I moaned and arched my back to his mouth. "Oh, Martin that feels incredible!" I say moaning louder as he stopped sucking on. I thought I’d made it clear to him. Apparently not. I told him what a chainsaw can do to a 15-year-old shithead. Apparently he didn’t listen to that either. What’s next, showing him? Maybe I was leaning on the wrong shithead. He wouldn’t be over here unless Jill had encouraged him. I stood with my back against my truck and looked around while thinking furiously. It was actually a very beautiful day. The afternoon sunlight lit the pines around me like an old photograph. A blackbird. Ron still felt a little drunk as he tried to remember what had taken place the night before. He remembered slugging back almost an entire bottle of Fire Whiskey and then fucking Ginny in front of everybody, but after that it all felt like a blur. With a moan and a small movement, Ron realized it was in fact Ginny who was on top of him, and even though he knew it was a major taboo that he had fucked his little sister at least twice the prior night, her vice-like pussy was still clutching at his.