I no longer felt the need to do the funky chicken, but inside my heart and mind were dancing.The night of the concert arrived and I went with my frien... Joe. He was the same guy who had recorded the album with another of my songs on it. He was more knowledgeable about music than just about anyone I knew. He too found it quite impressive that a song I had penned was getting airplay on the radio.The seats we were given were quite good. The record company had put us right up front and it felt real. I went to Mommy. She was as much a slut as I was. I knew it. I had seen it. She had been fucking my brothers since they turned 18 and she couldn't go to jail for it. She had had her turn. Now it was mine.So, I pressed my cum soaked lips against my Mommy's. She refused, but I pressed on. My tongue circled her lips. Daddy was watching intently and Mommy finally gave in.Her lips parted and I attacked her mouth with my tongue. The thought of her tasting my Daddy's cum mixed with the fluids from my. Bruce watched the two women goosing each other while the machine worked their breasts. Marla was not lactating but, that could change easily with more attention like this. After a while Carla turned the machine off and the girls unhitched the hoses. Marla told Bruce to get his dick out so they could do a little team blow job while they sat on the sofa. Bruce stuck his hard and ready dick between their mouths and each took a side for some preliminary licking. Carla took him in her mouth and. ?" A second wife to Matt and lover to me. It can't be official of course, but the three of us would share equally in everything, including each other and being parents for the baby. It's the only way we think this could work." We know this is quite a shock, Marianne," injected Matt. "If you'd like to think about it..." There is nothing to think about. I love you both and would do anything for you. Of course, my answer is yes!" Don't do this just to please us. Do this because it's what you want.