Woke up in the early pre-dawn hours my head spinning in confusion as if trying to come out of trance. Did I over do it last night? Did I over imbibe? ...as it all just a drunken dream? My eyes attempted to adjust to the dark of the room; a slight stream of filtered light poked a tentacle in the dark gray, almost charcoal medium of air. Just enough light to make out the form of my son lying next to me…and as my eyes focused…the NAKED form of my son!I sat up quickly, my hands making feverish. - Isn't there something you want me to do?She stirred and answered meekly- yes- What is that?She mumbled something. He heard her, but enjoyed the power so he asked her again.- Sorry, I didn't hear that Paula.- I want you to fuck me, she blurted out blushing all over her body this time.- You want me inside of you?- Yeees, please.- Do you want to come?- Yeeeeeeeesss!She started to strain against the bonds again, trying to get free, trying to reach him.- And if I fuck you and let you come? What. So long...keep ooooo going." Now I was fully into it my tongue lashing her clit and licking her slit and teasing at her open pussy. She grasped my hair, held me in place and told me firmly not to stop. When she arched her back and pushed her pussy into my face I knew she was cumming. I kept going until she relaxed and begged me to stop. When I joined her at the top of the bed I asked,"Now is that something we should stop doing?" Never. You were a good pussy licker and still are." I accepted the. As the late afternoon turned the plant house's interior crimson, I took up my position on all fours on the table. Algie lubed himself ready to enter my behind; and Albert had already started leaking pre-cum as he pressed his mushroom-headed cock against my lips. Algie grasped my hips tightly, while Albert tenderly held my face between his hands. My first-ever spit-roasting was about to begin.The new gardener turned out to be a real 'gentle giant', quietly pacing his thrusts as he face-fucked.