At, fourteen, eleven, and nine years old, they were old enough to remember their biological father. It had taken years of crying, and screaming and ye...ling, mixed with, kindness, compassion, and just plain old letting things roll off of my back and refusing to let things get to me, but we made it work.The first two years had been the worst. Then there had been a couple of years of resignation but after four years, I didn't realize when it had happened, but we were a family. We were a strong. I never really checked her out, but always felt she had a nice petite pair of tits. It felt great pressed on me, and I found myself hugging her back automatically.It was turning me on, and I could feel my cock harden. My mother, too, would have definitely felt my manhood pushed onto her. But, neither of us said a word, and we just continued to hug each other.“Let me serve you breakfast,” my mom said, finally breaking the hug. She sat next to me, looking at me eat, but did not say a word. As. Standing there naked, I must have looked like a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming Mack truck. I hadn't prepared myself for this. Might Peter be watching me standing there stark naked?I had assumed there'd be no peeping tonight, and I guessed that Carmen had told Peter about our little arrangement in hopes of loosening him up a little.The scenario ran through my head as I stared at the mirror. Carmen wanted to get her husband back into the swinging mode, and letting him watch us fuck. We didn’t do more than that on this night for with our shift at cooking had changed so that we had to be up and working at six in the morning for the seeing to of breakfast. Over the following weeks, we would either suck each other off or fuck one another nearly every night and before we knew it, Christmas was upon us again. On reflection and looking back to that Christmas party we had, I kissed most of the girls under the mistletoe there but didn’t get the slightest arousal from the.