Mom: Yes babe fuck her first. I can wait but you have to lick my pussy until she’s been fucked.I said okay and lay down. She put her glory hole in f...ont of my mouth. My sister placed her cunt on my cock. I pressed it inside. She said, “Oh ! My fucking god! That dick !” She started bouncing on me.” Oh, oh, ah ah, yes fuck fuck fuck, ahh. Ahhh mother fucker, fuck that cunt. Ah ah.”Meanwhile, I was licking my mom’s pussy. That cunt was delicious. Mom said, “Don’t stop mother fucker. Lick it. Lick. Mortified at my actions, I mutely got dressed and headed downstairs. Beki went to the bathroom and came down as if nothing at all had happened.If Beki’s mum or her brother Tim had any clue as to what had transpired, they didn’t give anything away. I did my best to hold a normal conversation over the dinner table, but it was so hard. Beki didn’t help with her constant innuendos, but nobody seemed to pick up on anything.After lunch, Julie (Beki’s mum) announced she had to go out but thanked me. Cosmetic surgery techniques and things like microdermabrasion had erased any trace of her stretch marks. Starvation went a long way toward keeping her from getting any new stretch marks. Any ounce of fat on her body was simply not tolerated. She had been forced to exercise in Ethan's gym daily, but not become buff or muscular. A personal trainer saw to her individual dietary needs and exercise. The remainder of her time was spent entertaining Ethan or one of his clients. The worst issues she. It just made since, we rationalized. Skimping on hotels left us more money to do things like playing putt-putt or racing go-carts or seeing a movie. Maybe that was why the room was different this time.That and she had told me where to get the room and had warned not to skimp was the real reason why I stood in this room. My wife Lauren would never have understood. Nor would she have ever “wasted” money so easily. She was not Lauren. I smiled as I thought, and not for the first time, that.