When I challenged Death to show me his power, he shrank away from us instead. Abby watched as Death declined, still clinging to me with all her might,...as I demanded Death come out from behind his vaporous substance and meet me face to face and fist to fist. My fury was slowly transforming the hellish place of death into an open field, full of blooming wild flowers, and dancing wheat. The sun blotted out the brutal darkness of Death, and soothing music began to drown out the wails of soulless. The girls took up positions either side, feet dangling. Matthew looked out across a surface of that resembled a giant silver platter, mind busily replaying the afternoon's events. Just thinking about it again made him hard, the power of male erectile regeneration a wonderful asset. All three gazed down in unison at the bulge that threatened to erupt through the front of the khaki shorts, Beth licking her lips furtively. "Tell us Matthew," prompted Meg, her frustration reaching boiling. Somehow in the blink of an eye I made a resolve; we are not biologically related so this is a free pass at my mom, I allowed myself to do this taboo. The moment she realized I was not backing down her kisses erupted fully sinking her fingers into my chest in a flurry of passionate strokes, we only exchanged moans as we stared in each other’s eyes for a mere second before I plucked her amazing breasts from her top sucking on them like I hadn’t eaten in ages. She laid on her back slowly as I. "Surprised?" Denise cried. "Knock it off Mom. George and I found out months ago that you two were an item. You were so circumspect about your 'unexpected dinners' and 'business meetings' and 'conferences' that we knew right away something was afoot!"Dad laughed. "I feel so busted! And you're sure you don't mind?" Mind?" This time I was the one to sound outraged. "It is wonderful. We are so happy for you - and for ourselves."Bobby nodded in agreement. "So when will we move in here?" Well, we.