Post asked if I'd like to come with him to pick up dad. Naturally I jumped at the chance. We drove to a small home about an hour away. I followed Mr. ...ost to the house and waited as he rang the bell. A pretty lady in a flowered skirt and a pink top opened the door and smiled at me. She looked so familiar but it just couldn't be my dad."It's nice to see you again Larry," She said in a soft, sweet, and sort of familiar voice. "Thank you for coming Mr. Post, won't you please come in?" She swung. Sadly, there was not, I piddled around searching for something that might help push me over the edge and finally drain off this energy, but I could not find it. I knew where the mother load was, but it was too risky.Well, it was too risky for my mind, but my cock was having different thoughts all together. ‘Go do it.’ I started to whisper in my head. ‘She’s asleep and you won’t get caught’. It began again. Like a zombie controlled my cock I began to climb the stairs up to her room. ‘She did not. Before long, Chandra, her hands got hold of Mann’s swollen penis, pushed it inside her inflamed vagina. Chandra gasped, as she always did, whenever his enlarged penis penetrates her.Mann began pushing his body into his mother’s womb, little by little. Chandra raised her hips to meet his son’s thrust, groaning at each shove. They kept it at a steady pace, not wanting to rush their lust for each other, their increased bit by bit. Mann kissed his mother, fondling, sucking her breast, pinching her. Jackie smiled, “What? You don’t think we enjoyed sex? Until his death, we were at least 5 times a week, if not more. And, to be totally upfront with you, Nikki enjoyed that too. But I was the one usually doing the cleanup. Or, after Bruce came in me, she would clean me, and I would return the favor. Christ, when you three used to come for weekends, we couldn’t wait for you kids to head out to the river on that Gator. That thing was an alarm for us. For when we heard starting to make its way.