She glanced up at me as we descended down the stairs, Dean behind me. He broke off to head downstairs while Dusk said, “What about you, Mom? What's ...he best part of having sex with Dad.”“When he cums in me,” I said. “Nothing like feeling your father squirt his jizz in me.”June nodded her enthusiasm, her brown pigtails flying. She held her white clutch purse to her stomach while she held her bible, in a pink case with a handle along the spine, in the other. “That's amazing.”“I like his balls. "Is there anything else I can get you gentleman?" Erica asked in a pleasant tone. She had a sexy southern drawl, pretty brown eyes and a warm smile. She'd been a cheerleader through college and had kept her compact body in shape for the fifteen years since but her ass was bigger and rounder than it had once been."No ma'am," the man to her right replied in a deep, commanding tone. He wasn't a bad looking guy but he was black and Erica had never found black men particularly attractive. He did. "When the girls are done, I'm going to sit on your lap. Then I'm gonna take your cock - your beautiful ... hard ... long ... hot ... needy cock - and slide it ever so slowly ... into my ass. You'll like that wont you?" She NEVER talked like this, even when we were fucking.My eyes glazed over a little. Usually when I got her ass, it was doggy, and it was kinda quick. Maybe that was me, being over excited. I just nodded at her. Mr. Meat was dribbling pre-cum again. She grabbed it, ran her. I wanted to listen to some music before dinner. I wasn't up there very long when I heard a knock on my door. I yelled for who ever to come in. It was Bernie and it looked like she'd been crying."It's true," she said. "That's what they're called; tramp stamps." Oh shit! I didn't mean to make her cry."I was just teasing you, Bernie," I said."You were? But that's what it says on the internet so it must be true." Yeah, they're called tramp stamps, but all the rest is just bullshit." I got off my.