Some twelve years ago, when I was twenty-four, married and living in Phoenix, my ex-husband Rob and I were at this nightclub in north Phoenix, on a ra...ny Saturday night. Rob was basically a good husband, very average which was good, it gave me stability. He looked good on that night, nice jeans, boots, and dressy denim shirt. I remember looking at him and sighing that night, wishing he would just loosen up a bit and live. We danced a couple of tunes to this great country western band. Boot. She was lying on her side, her nice big ass showing, her nighty around her waist. Instantly my mind went back when I was 14 years old. I was looking at the same bed my mom in the same position, except my dad was passed out next to her then. Mom was passed out too. They both drank heavily at that time. I stared at her nice ass, my cock hard as a rock. I used to run home from school so I could have a half hour to jerk off before my big sister got home. I would get my mom's and my sister's soiled. “Does that feel nice Susan, your pussy being finger fucked?”“Mmm, it sure does, keep doing it Abby!” She sighed, moving her ass around.She showed Susan both her hands. “It isn’t me fingering your pussy.” She looked back to see it was Alex fingering her. “I guess I’ve started you both having incest. Soon I’ll have you both be fucking just like Daddy and me.”Susan glanced at Alex and blushed at the forbidden thought. “You certainly are a slutty little daughter.”“I sure am and I have two older. It was soothing to feel his weight securing me, quelling my explosions. His pelvis, done with its flurry of violence, gently guided his sublime shaft in and out carried on a slowing momentum as his hardness slowly began to drain away.When I opened my eyes I looked over Mike's shoulder toward the door. They were standing together staring back at me with a shared and somewhat comical look of concern.I sometimes cry, or at least want to cry from pure joy after big orgasms with Peter, but this joy.