”“What’s a Rusty Nail?”“It’s a drink made with Scotch and Drambuie. I particularly like it made with Teacher’s.” He poured two drinks ...f a finger each of the Teacher’s and added an ice cube.“Here, Sandy, remember to sip it.”I’m glad he warned me. Straight Scotch is strong but I enjoyed the taste. “Jack, it’s still good but it’s to be sipped and not gulped, right? I don’t guess purists would use any kind of mixer?”“Real purists wouldn’t even serve a good Scotch over the rocks. I do for two. I started off slowly, easing my dick in and out of her clutching chasm.She must have like it. She wrapped her legs around my back and matched my rhythm. My mind was fogged over. I was fucking my own mother. I still couldn't believe it, but my dick damn sure did. She shook as another orgasm tore her apart. I figure she was done for the day. I was dead wrong. She reached over to the nightstand and grabbed the cordless phone. My heart skipped. Was she going to call Shelby?"Shelby? It's Lily.. I pricked my dick in her little pussy and she almost immediately started jumping on it. I lay my hands on Chrissy’s big butt. It was soft and made a lot of sound when it smacked on my body. Then I grabbed her jumping boobs. Her nipples were hard. ‘Yes, grab them,’ moaned Chrissy. But then she suddenly stopped and got off. She walked to the wall and said ‘Get inside of me.’ I stepped behind her and put my dick into her sweet little pussy. Her nice ass smacked hard unto my body. ‘Fuck me, Fuck. All the time trying to act like we had a normal week at the cabin in the hopes that Peter would not notice that I was walking a little bow-legged because my pussy felt a little raw. I used Peter’s broken leg as an excuse not to have sex with him for a whole week as my poor delightfully abused pussy recovered.Of course, Peter’s leg healed and our annual trip with the boys got back to normal. But during that summer and for the next three years until Billy graduated and went off to college. I.