Suddenly I heard a long moan and said, “Shhh Sis! Mom will hear you!”Mikaela stared back up at me.“That wasn’t me!” she said.“Well, it was...’t me!” I countered.I quickly tucked my cock into my trunks and Mikaela and I stood.Again there was a long, deep moan.It was coming from Mom’s room!We both quickly and quietly hurried over to Mom’s doorway, and when we looked in I guess we shouldn’t have been surprised. Mom was still laying with her legs off the bed, but now her legs were spread wide, and. " I hope you don't have any questions for me, because I won't answer them either." Good boy, dad. I don't want to know any more. I can wait for the sequel."Sharon went to bed and I got another beer. Things worked out just right.The next day at work, things were a little different. There were no snide remarks from the break-room gang. My secretary, Joyce, was even a little more attentive than normal. Frank Toliver did not show up for work. I did not inquire about him, and nobody offered any. He was shocked by her willingness but in the most pleasant of ways as she sometimes surprised him with her raw honesty and self-knowledge.He started the carShe pouted ‘not even a hint?’ she asked‘not even a hint’ he smiled as he caught her pink pouting lips and started to imagine them wrapped around his cockHe lifted her skirt, happy to see she did not have on leggings under it today, he had made sure to tell her they would not be doing lots of walking so her thighs should be ok. He kept her. It took her a minute but soon she opened the door. Natasha was nineteen but still lived at home. She decided to stay living with mom and dad through her college years to save money. We barely ever saw her though. I was glad that she was home now. “What is it Neska,” She asked me in kind of a worried tone. I was not one to really talk to anyone. I had talked less then a few sentences to Natasha in the last couple years. “Is something wrong.” I walked into her room and motioned for her to shut.