”I just spilled some white sauce and it got on Tim’s pants he ran up to change he will be right there. Don’t yell at him, Tom, it was my fault.�...�“Okay, but tell him to move fast we have to get on the road.” The door slammed and Jill heaved a sigh of relief.Tim returned to the kitchen. “Could you have less clothes on when I get back?” he asked.Jill put her arms around her handsome son.“Feel my pussy, Honey. Stick your hand inside my panties and run your fingers through my wet pussy. You can carry. She probably had some Indian blood in her with the big, dark eyes, long straight black hair, that hung down her back almost to her asshole. She also had a monstrous pair of tits that few women could match. She had long since turned her back on men after a series of unsuccessful affiars. She shared everything with Lydia, including her sex toys. She introduced Lydia to vibrators, dildoes and anal beads. Pretty soon, Lydia saw that she could get the satisfaction she needed without the excess. "But it was also complicated from the very beginning," she said."Why?" I asked."Do you remember that very first day, when you had finished mowing my yard and came looking for me?"I did. "You were hiding out in the pantry, feeding Timmy." But you didn't know that then, did you." No," I said. "It was just the only place I hadn't looked, so I looked." And do you remember what you saw?"The time for being embarrassed around this woman was gone. I hadn't had a conversation like this with an adult. " And looked down. So did I as Carla pushed my chest and I sat. I was still hard. "She knew it was you Mark." What? She kept calling me by Dad's name." That was for you, she knew what she was doing. The same as I know."For the second time today I felt my cock held by a family member. It was being held so Carla could guide it home. Home to a very wet pussy as she straddled my lap and forced the head back and forward through her lips. Satisfied, my sister closed her eyes, held still. Then lowered.