”“And what’s that?”I smiled, “What’s best for you, NIKA, and me, in THAT order.”“Are you SURE you want to step aside in favor of your ...ister?”“As I’ve said before, all those qualities you see in me? She’s better. If there is one person on the planet who can out-think me, outmaneuver me, or outfox me, it’s my little sister. That’s been true for as long as I can remember.”Except during her breakdown after we broke up. But she was over that at this point, or at least had come to terms with it such. A shameful yet effective tactic!I had been in a gay relationship for about a year after my lover moved in with me. The house I had bought two years before had a fair-sized garden, and the two us had become keen gardeners. Consequently, we were always visiting nurseries to enhance our newfound passion. It was this habit that led to the story I am about to relate to you.On a Wednesday, as I was returning from a successful business trip slightly earlier than usual, I saw a sign that had eluded me. Sasha felt she was a very lucky lady. Sasha herself was quite hairy. As she entered the cabin, the light shone upon her chest. She had no breasts, but her nipples looked perfect, her ribs showed a little, and there was a gentle, soft line of hair leading down from her belly button. Her pubic hair was not trimmed either, making her dick stand out even more. Her soft dick had a thick foreskin, which extended beyond her purple warrior and loosely hung down. Alexander and Wolfie felt that her dick. The guy went in front of her face. My mother was taking all kind of expressions that could show how horny she was. She was keeping her eyes closed, licking her lips and biting them, moaning, then opening her mouth, leaving all kind of noises, full of lust and desire, to come. “Do you enjoy it?” he asked her She opened her eyes and looked straight to the focus shamelessly. She started to smile. “How does it look like to you? I'm having the best time of my life! Being the mother-whore for my boy.