My mother couldn't stop bucking on top of my father, but she did raise her eyes until she was looking out into the dark hallway. Then, in the light of...the bedroom lamp, she saw me, her own son, standing there in the doorway rubbing an obvious erection inside his shorts. "Don't stand in the shadows, son," she whispered. "Come in here and help your father out." What? I wanted to slap my hand against the side of my head to clear it. I couldn't have heard what I just thought I did, could I?!! "What. We lived in my old house with radios every where in case we got some communication from other people. we had a few large fields out the back filled with vegetables and fruit, and a few cows in a pen for milk we hadnt trusted ourselves to kill and cook meat yet not even one of the chickens that scrated around the house and provided us with eggs. we also had a basement full of tinned goods that we had collected from the surrounding houses and shops. Alex had managed to fix up a generator down. You don’t mind me using that word do you Sarah?’ You shake your head quickly and ‘No’ escapes from between your clenched teeth. ‘You know how sensitive that part of your body is don’t you.’ You nod. Your ‘Yes!’ is barely audible. ‘You sometimes wet your finger in your vagina then gently caress your hidden secret don’t you.’ Your heavier breathing tells him all he needs to know. ‘And sometimes do you explore a little deeper inside?’ ‘Oh God!’ escapes from your lips. How does he know?! The woman. "Bend over,slut!" is the first thing I say to her when we get inside and she is more then willing, she expose herself by also pulling down her knickers to her ankles and hoisting up her summer dress over her fat ass. I slap her hard before trailing my finger over her hairy cunt, making her squirm and moan. I quickly pull down my pants and boxers and with one hand in her hair and one around my 9 inched cock I guide myself into her wet and loose pussy. This time she moans even louder as she gets.