I felt someone climb on the table and as I knew that physically Maggie couldn’t, it had to be Sam that was now sitting astride my lower tummy - a ve...y wet pussy making its presence felt. Sam lifted off and as she had both her hands on my shoulders, it had to be Maggie grasping my aching cock and holding and aiming it as Sam sat down on me. Gently, as I felt my cock-head separate and then ease into her pussy lips. Sam gasped, as did I, Maggie continuing to hold and slowly wank me as Sam eased. ‘Lisa? Are you doing alright?’ ‘Yes, all dressed and ready to go! How long before we get wherever it is we’re going? Is Jeff already there? And just where are we going?’ ‘Jeff will meet you there, in the bar. We have about fifteen minutes before we arrive and I’m not allowed to tell you! So relax and drink your wine.’ ‘Well. Fine. Be that way!’ Lisa laughed, ‘You can put down the window if you’d like.’ ‘No, you’re to be surprised when you arrive so no peeking!’ Lisa realized then that she. She had mostly gotten her mind around the idea that her daughter Emily actually wanted to have sex with her father. But she wasn't ready to walk in to see Jack ramming their daughter from behind, or something else equally raunchy. She steeled herself and opened the door. When Brooke and Ronni entered, both were surprised to see Jack and Emily sitting against the headboard with the covers pulled up to their chests."Damn, Jack," Brooke said, with some of her previous cynicism returning, "did you. I told my son that if he needed to do it now, that I would love to watch him. He replied “really mum? Do you really want me to jack off now?” I replied that I did. I pulled down the doona and could see a big bulge in his boxers. I asked him to remove his boxers, which he promptly did, and then he started to stroke his cock. His cock was circumcised with a large head, probably just over 6” long with short curly hair around his ball bag. He wasn’t as big or as thick as his father, but still quite.