The thought made his dick plump. He reached the van, mounted the steps, threw open the door. Sam froze.His father sat on the convertible couch with hi... eyes closed, a look of intense pleasure on his face. His mother knelt in front of him, his cock in her hand. Her head bobbed up and down on his dick. Sam stood entranced. He knew his parents still had sex. But to see them! To see his mother wantonly sucking his father’s cock was startling ... and arousing! His dick, still semi-hard from them. Lost in the throes of pleasure, Miranda almost forgot what she had been about to say. “We can’t do this,” she moaned again. “Why not?” he inquired as he brought his nose to the point where her shoulder met with her neck and inhaled her scent. She was panting hard now. “You’re my boss. You’re way older than me. It’s just not right.” Alexander stopped what he was doing for a moment to look at her. Blue eyes clashed with brown. “Says who? I want you; you want me, that’s all that matters. Unless. He was dressed in shorts and decided to go back and get his jeans out of the trunk. It was then that he heard the ground pounding sound of the Mustang as it sprung into view around the corner.Pulling to a stop Ken leaned across and rolled down the window, "Having trouble?" Knowing full well that Brock was, but lied having to keep up the ruse."Yeah, Brock looked at his still smoking car, I think that I just toasted my motor." Ken threw his car into reverse and backed up, readjusting his car. Mother tasted and felt the same to me as before. Actually, much better. I had missed her. Before I left she had insisted that I visit regularly during the holidays. The emphasis was on regularly.My lovely sister, Mildred, reacted basically the same way emphasizing the similarities between the two of them. They could have been twins and maybe they were under the skin. I loved them both and wanted them a part of my life forever. The Somerlys represented a threat to my continued possession of my.