"I was about to leave and then I thought what a chickenshit move that would be and remembered what you said, If you don't risk, you don't get." I like... that touch, making my sister a part of what I'd done, even responsible for it. Lisa's cheeks quivered again, betraying her excitement."So, I walked back into the kitchen."I paused, turning sideways on the bed and aligning my knee with Lisa's left shoulder so I could admire her body more easily. My eyes focused on the thin material covering my. "Jen, what was that about? Doesn't dad give you enough cock? Your one hot lay. Do you always put that much into a fuck?" Chuck, you got me so hot telling me about Ashley and you. Now that we've crossed the line we can't go back to being mother and son. Your dad isn't a cock master by any means. If I get laid once a month he thinks that's enough. I was pretty popular in college and got a lot of hard dick. After marrying your dad, I just kind of forgot about the good times I could have. Now. I can’t explain how this felt other than I was stuffed, Joe slowly started fucking me gently pressing the whole length into my bowels then slowly pulling out. I knew my rectum would never be the same after he finished with me. Joe fucked my ass for at least 30 minuets with the same slow deliberate strokes then all of a sudden he started moving faster and I felt his cum flooding my insides. It seemed that this short fat man with his horse sized cock was giving me a 2 quart cum enema; he put more. Barry and I agreed it would be OK, went to find our room, then headed for the restaurant. After a decent meal, wine and a couple more beers we headed for the room as we had an early start (assuming the replacement plane arrived!)We had been given basic toiletries by the hotel, so decided to freshen up before bed (a double!)Barry went first, I stripped down to my white briefs and lay on the bed channel surfing (Italian TV is dire!). He finished his shower, and came out drying himself off,.