It was only then that I realized just how turned on I was by my own nephew; I didn't swallow a man's cum unless I was really fucking horny!I felt myse...f growing hotter by the second, and pressed my hand against my crotch again, hoping a quick rub might satiate me enough to focus on breakfast; it didn't. I needed a release, and I needed it now!I was sorely tempted to hop in the shower stall with Bryan, bend over, and let his teenage brain figure out the rest! I wanted him to ram that cock right. They have been around - not just for years, but generations. I read somewhere that this Mr Conrad is a fifth generation Conrad, his father and grandfather; and great and great great grandfather before him, were head of the firm. Apparently, though the father and grandfather both retired, they like to come in and consult on a regular basis and keep their hand in as much as possible ... I wonder if it's the retired folks who make up the associates bit?" Maggie mused to herself."So the R C bit is. There was a slight tug and the bow came free. The top of the nightgown slid down over the trembling mounds of May's huge tits. She moaned softly, her nostrils flaring with desire.Kay licked her lips hungrily as she gazed at her mother's big tits. May's tits were like those of a young girl, still very firm, jutting straight out from her chest. Kay's breathing was rapid and sharp now, excited by the thought of caressing her mother's beautiful tits and kissing them.With trembling fingers, the. ”, was her guttural utterance, as again and again, my hands worked, now slapping her buttocks, leaving clear red handprints on her tender white skin, now squeezing her so she had to gasp for breath. On her third orgasm, each one coinciding with a greater level of excess, my balls emptied themselves deep into her, and slowly the heat left us. We slept, waking twice at least, our couplings each time more frantic, violent and draining. At first light, I woke, my eyes sticky and tight, and I sat.