Feeling it though? No, I didn’t have a clue, not one at all.The blush that Sheila had seemed to have vanished almost as fast as it appeared. Pulling...out completely I felt something on the fringe of my senses. [This is control. What are these sensor detections I am seeing?]Less than a second later I saw what appeared to be the outside of the college. [All parameters that were set for early detection have been activated. Reading a buildup of law enforcement humans outside this edifice.}I looked. "Let’s do it. I can tell you're really wanting to." I said, removing my finger. He whimpered sadly, giving me a pitiful look of want. I pressed my cock against his asshole and thrust in hard, turning the whimper into a moan. "Let's fucking do it." Jacob said, stroking his already stiffening cock at the lurid scene. "It's fucking perfect." I grunted, shoving myself deep into Chris's ass hard, his whole body moving in the bed with each thrust of my ridgid prick. I wasn't going to last long with. Mother stayed still. I drew back again this time to be out of her and thurst back again. Mother gasped.Then I settled to a steadier rhythm. I had achieved what I wanted. Fucking my own mother. My cock was inside her vagina and I am fucking her. I am fucking the same cunt my father has used to quench his lust and flooded it with his sperm to create me. I finally managed to spread the same legs my father has spread on the same bed. Finally I managed to make the same woman my dad made as woman of. She’d been working in this coffee shop every other morning for the last three years and she’d never seen him before, and she was on a first name basis with most of the regulars. A week later Louisa opened the shop at 5.30 and within minutes the tall figure of Stan made his presence known. Once again Louisa experienced the tightening of her nipples and fire between her legs. She had to pinch herself to stop herself from throwing herself into his arms. ‘Good morning, Stan,’ she smiled. ‘Would you.