I took a deep breath and felt her hand move and rest on my hard cock. "Hmmmm, feels like you and your dad have something else in common." "Mom, I..." ... began. "Stop. I haven’t had sex in eight months, and you haven't had sex in just as long I am guessing,” she argued, her hand now firmly on my fully erect cock. Her face went pouty like a teen girl trying to get her way with her boyfriend. “Haven’t you ever fantasized about Mommy?" "I-um," I stammered, before finally thinking 'fuck it', "Mom I. ‘I was in that old storage house again. I looked for Ethan, but he was nowhere to be seen. I decided to take a look around me, to see if I could recognize something, but it was dark in there, I couldn’t figure out much. There was some sort of metal table with some tools on it, a little further away, laying on the ground, was some metal pieces, I couldn’t see them clearly, so I didn’t know what they were for. There was a distinct smell of something like gas or oils in the air. I thought that I. And here we were in the bowels of the earth under the old S.S. school in Nurnberg, one of Hitler’s favorite places making friends with a truly unique person.I followed every word the old man told us about his boilers, about his life in the past, the insights to historical events from his perspective. It was fascinating, all of it. There were causeways and chambers in his world of steam. His tunnels led off in all directions leading to really spooky places.He just laughed about it and said once. I slowly removed mom’s and my underwear till knee.I inserted my dick inside her. I started fucking her in the water. My dad watched us for some time not knowing his own son fucking his wife. Dad lay down on a rock nearby enjoying the view in which his son was fucking his own mother. We both go inside the water some time to kiss and come out. I was fucking my mom slowly. She couldn’t control the moaning and moaned loudly.Dad: What happened?Mom: Fish is bitting me that’s all.Me: My fish is.