"I kicked my foot at the snow, looked down and said, "Okay."They continued, "It seems that Principal Totten feels like you might have tried to blow up...the school today. Now son, you need to tell us the truth."I was about ready to buckle and confess to everything when dad walked up, put a blanket around my shoulders and demanded, "Just what the hell is going on here?"Stern Vern said, "We think your son tried to blow up the school today."Dad just laughed, "Shit Vern, stop riding my son's ass and. But after an hour or so she did get up and she began to walk around the house. Later when she saw his car approaching on the dirt road leading to the cottage, she probably figured that it was some sort of animal. After all, anything on her world that could move on its own had to be alive.He tried to explain to her that the car was not dangerous and to prove this to her, he went outside while she stood in the doorway. He touched the car and then he opened the back door and took a box of. It wasn't long that Ted had made himself at home and that included me walking in on him watching porn in the living room area at first it didn't bother me but then seeing him stroking his hard cock which by my estimation was at least 9 inches long and very thick with a big mushroom shaped head . It was this image that i couldn't get out of my head . Every time i thought about it my cock would get rock hard and i started to fantasize what it would be like to take that hard cock in my mouth and. ”“Mom,” he groaned, the bed rocking harder.My sister rolled over, pressing her pillowy tits into me. Her eyes flicked open. She let out a dreamy sigh, snuggling to me. Our breasts pressed together, nipples rubbing and sliding around each other as my body rocked, Clint's thrusts growing harder and harder.My pussy clenched down on my son's big cock. I loved being his Mommy-slut. I felt alive again, the ashes that had suffused my world after Clinton's death blown away by my son's dominating lusts..