Now it was late and I was exhausted and weak with hunger. Mancannot live on bananas alone. Nor woman, it seemed.I followed the nearest row of homes un...il I found a vacant one, thenclaimed it as my own. It was empty, clean, and smelled slightly ofdisinfectant, but in every other way it was identical to the other housesI'd seen. There were no dishes, but the water worked, and I drank from thespigot until I'd had my fill. I left the light off but clicked on thetelevision, muting the sound. There. 07 am. What could be so important that she had to get up in the middle of the night. She pulled on her dressing gown and trudged down the stairs.Her mother was standing in the kitchen. She seemed icy calm which alerted Charlotte’s spidey senses.“What were you up to last night?”“Nothing.”“Don’t lie to me. What were you up to?”Charlotte rolled her eyes. “Nothing. I watched some telly and messed around a bit.”“With who?”Charlotte paused. She ran various scenarios through her head at lightning. Mom just remained quiet."You fucked your own son?" asked Susan loudly. "My god, it was your own son!", she repeated."Yes, yes... it was my own son's spunk that your saw down my legs", admitted mom, "and Peter's for god's sake"."Hold on!, just hold on here!", exclaimed Susan, "Are you saying that the other morning when I was in the yard, not ten feet away, you allowed your own son to fuck you over the kitchen sink and that Peter joined in as well?" That's exactly what I'm saying Susan", replied. I reached over and grabbed the lube, located next to us and squeezed the bottle onto her waiting asshole. "Hold your cheeks open for me", I said as i rubbed the lube all over her. One more squirt in my hand and i stood there, stroking my hard cock, looking at that beautiful asshole that i knew i would get to fuck. "Please go sloow, i havent had my ass fucked in a while", she said. I placed my head at her backdoor and pushed it deep inside her, all the way to my balls. She left out a shriek,.