The boy had a bigger prick than his own, which was not small by any means."Jeez! I guess your one lucky woman also, Susan," he said to her."Yes I am,"...she replied as she stared wantonly at her son's stiff phallus."Suck me, Mother." John commanded her.Without hesitation, Susan bent over, into her son's crotch and brushed her lips slowly down the long shaft of his prick, enjoying the warm soft texture of his cock skin. As she reached the base of his fuck pole she snaked her tongue out and began. To be able to see your flexed fingers tease the clit that proudly pushes out between the exquisite folds of sodden skin, to see those fingers slowly disappear in to your throbbing cunt, to watch the sensual peaks of pleasure appear on your beautifully blushed face as you fuck yourself, to be privy to this ultimately personal moment, would be nothing short of an honour. To be beckoned over with those fingers, still curled and wrinkled from your drenched pussy, and instructed to kneel between. "After Gretchen had her babies, we each just had to have one of our own to love. Just holding hers was enough to get us started, but we always had to give her Daughters back. We wanted babies of our own," she finished, in a voice full of desire."Cathleen and I have tried so hard to get us all pregnant," Clare said in a voice near tears from my other side. "Nothing that we tried worked, and we were getting desperate. Now we know part of the reason why nothing worked, but certainly not. Some might be offended.” The conversation fell silent for a moment as we both heard the ding of the ‘fasten seatbelts’ sign followed by the captain making an announcement of turbulence. “Oh great,” she said with despair in her voice, “Will you just tell me what it is you do? I’m gonna go nuts here!”I leaned over and whispered in her ear, “I masturbate.”“Really?” she asked. She reached over and lifted up the blanket I had drapped over me and peeked inside. There to greet her curious eyes.