Just how old was this kid, anyway? Well, we were estranged for a good while, weren’t we? It was probably Eddie’s spawn, but I would love it for Tr...cy’s sake and Dad’s as well. It was still a grandson or granddaughter of the Great God Dionysus, was it not? The pregnancy weight, in any case, added more curves to Tracy’s hips and expanded her breasts as well as her delightful ass.“Not so bad am I, after all?” I teased her, knowing that her mind had firmly changed on that point, especially since we. --- For the next couple of days and nights, we got on with business as usual. Sandy went to school during the day, and I worked from home. In the evening, we cooked together, did the household chores and watched television. Even though we were back in father-daughter teaming mode, I hadn’t forgotten the events of two nights prior, and felt particularly disturbed when Sandy suggested sleeping in my bed once again, because apparently her own bed just wasn’t good enough. “I’ve been sleeping in. I’m not a club person. I suggested that we hit the beach and smoke a joint. Hell yeah! So we had to jump over the compound to access the beach as it was already 11 pm and the gates were locked. Smitha was wearing a denim short skirt and a white tank top. She looked so voluptuous.As she walked, her ass swayed from one side to another. I wanted to be away from the resort when we smoked. So as we walked away is when I realized why the resort had banned people from entering the beach in the night.. As I felt him thicken and start spraying his hot cum inside of me, I opened my eyes and my son was gone. I closed my eyes again and I could see him standing there watching his mother getting fucked. As my husband's cock throbbed with a last spurt, my orgasm took over my body. After we'd cleaned up and put our clothes back on, I carefully walked out to the hall. There was no sign of our son anywhere and I walked down the hall to his room. It was empty, but I noticed his backpack sticking.