The soft lighting from the bedside lamp set help set the mood. Our fingers intertwined and our eyes locked on each other we shared another kiss. Only...now there was no need to hole anything back. Our lips became as one as we began to explore our mother daughter relationship. Standing face to face we undressed each other. My mother’s body was beautiful and sensual, her breast were still as if she were a young woman. Her nipples were round and hard, and I couldn’t resist playing with them. Her. Then my son shoved his fingers back into his sisters’ pussy along with mine. My daughter let a loud scream of pleasure and began to wildly writhe around on the floor. This only encouraged her brother and I to finger fuck the hell out of her, while lustfully sucking on her tits. Soon my daughter bucked her hips then arched her ass off of the floor as she came all over her fingers. That was incredibly horny watching my own daughter have an orgasm, especially knowing it was her brother and I. Danielle certainly should never have known.As if reading my mind, Danielle added, “I saw a few seconds of old film from the attic. When I found mom’s journal.”The Super Eight camera we’d gotten from that yard sale and I’d used for a school project. “Mary said the film got ruined,” I carefully replied.“There were just a dozen or so frames tucked into the journal. I couldn’t really even tell who it was, just what was happening. We don’t have a projector so I shon a flashlight through it onto a. No more Mr. Hernandez. I’m already old; I don’t need to feel ancient.”Ted looked at me. “You’re old? How old are you?”“Ted, you don’t ask people how old they are.” his mother chided.“It’s alright. We’re friends. I’m forty-one.”He looked astonished as if it was a thing of wonder that someone my age could make it through a few hours of gardening. It did wonders for my fragile ego to have Ted think I was a contemporary of Methuselah. I resolved to start going back to the gym the next day.Two weeks.