We started flirting, teasing, joking and she asked me if I was married, I told her yes I was hoping that it wouldn't matter to her. I would have been...devastated if she had stopped talking to me this woman whom I felt was my other half. But, she didn't leave and at first I thought she was going to try and keep it to a friendship level but I wanted more from her, but if friendship was all I was going to be given then I would take it just so I could still be near her. One evening we were sitting. "It just feels so odd when I talk about it. It's almost like some B-grade movie plot, or something. But it happened. I don't know why. We've speculated that I somehow died before my time, but that's just us guessing. We have no real proof. There's one thing for certain, though. I do not ever want to visit my grave again. I was hitchhiking in Fred's mind when we went there..." She paused for a moment, then continued with a shudder, "There is no way to describe the feeling that visit. .. oh yeah, oh god it's so fucking big!" she said, squirming around on the bed. She reached up with her hands, locking around the back of my neck, her legs high around my back, allowing me deeper penetration. She began swinging like a pendulum, her ass sheathing my cock perfectly. My arms supported us holding onto the headboard, and she did most of the work swinging back and forth, plunging my cock in and out of her ass. I watched her face contort with pleasure as I felt my nuts boil. Dropping. "If anything, he's turned more horny than ever. He said you were getting yourself one great piece of ass from mother. Maybe we'll have to give him a little time to adjust completely, but then dad will be ready to join the party." Jean Marks said, "Maybe I'd better go home now." "You can come back tomorrow night," Lorena said. "It's going to be a little strange for us at first, you understand." "Sure," Jean answered. "But I'm in on it, too, almost like part of the family. Wow--parents fucking.