Let me explain, we were enjoying our annual Midsummer family get-together at our Grandparents Summerhouse, in the rural countryside.We c***dren had lo...g since retired, as it was in the early hours of the morning, and my brother had long since fell into a deep slumber at my feet, he at the head of the bed, myself at the foot, with my head facing the door into the room, I mention this as this position helps explain the events that were about to follow.I could hear my relatives moving around. Baker was hiding a pair of good sized melons."What are you doing here Jimmy?" I just live two streets over Ms. Baker, on Elm Street"We chit chatted for several minutes before she asked. "You're not looking for work are you Jimmy?" She explained how the yard work was getting ahead of her. She was willing to pay for some part time help.My classmates and I had attended Ms. Baker's husband's funeral just last summer. He had died in an automobile accident leaving the thirty year old school teacher. He looked at me and asked, "Now that you have told me all about what has been going on, I think I can take it from here. I would prefer that you guys go back to being normal teenagers and let me handle the situation with your mom and me." That's just the point," I responded. "That train has left the station, Dad. We are what we are now, and we still love each other despite that. In fact, we love each other even more because of it. I know you want what's best for us as your children. But we have. “That should be more comfortable. Now bring me those cocks, unless you don’t want them sucked.”Neither of us could resist the invitation. I got there first, but she started with Ken, licking all around the head and behind the ridge until he moaned. Then she grabbed my cock and repeated the process with me. With both of us quite hard, she switched back and forth every minute or two.Satisfied with the results, she got on her hands and knees. “Ken, fuck my horny pussy. Hubby, put your cock back in.