I blinked. This was how all women looked at thirty-? Forty? I could not remember how old my mother was. Could I recall at least her birthday?"Martin! ...top staring at me and help carry in the groceries!" Sorry, Mom."I carried the bags in, peeking to see the kind of food we ate. Most of them invoked memories, especially a carton of ice cream. I looked forward to tasting that! After putting the bags on the counters and taking most of the items out, I looked in question at Mother. I knew that the. This was followed by another digit, and then another, deeper up her cornhole as I probed her sweet tush.The lust was mutual, awesome, and primordial in nature by this point. She reminded me that she was mine and that I could have her for the asking, that I could mate with her whenever I pleased, without exceptions or even a hint of reluctance on her part. She was Daddy’s fuckmeat and proud of the fact. I owned my wonderful daughter and she loved me for it.“Cum ... in ... me ... please!” Shelby. He watched in fascination as the coed swallowed as fast as she could, but he was producing so much that it began to dribble out the side of her mouth. She stroked his cock with one hand as she continued to suck him dry, determined to get every last drop. Convinced he was done, she sat back, licked her lips and told him that was the most cum she had ever swallowed. He was embarrassed at cumming so soon, but she told him he tasted fantastic and hoped he enjoyed it. Fred agreed that it was. My Aunt and her family wouldn't scare Lightning — unless Brot had his bow - but hopefully they'd have gone without me. Lightning didn't know the way to his home, and the only hints of how to get to the castle started at my Aunt's home, and I wasn't sure how to follow them unless I started there. Anyway, Lightning wanted to see my home.We were in luck, because they weren't there. As I rode into the small clearing where Aunt lived, I was amazed at how small it looked from up on top of Lightning..