"Mom said, "I bet you would. I'm sure that would feel good too. God Michael, you have your mother so wet right now! But if you fingered me I might wan... to feel your cock in my pussy next. Would you like that? Would you like me to sit on your lap and let you put your dick into my wet pussy? Would you like to fuck me baby?"My heart was beating so fast and my breathing was deeper. Just thinking about mom sitting on my lap fucking me was getting me so hot!I said, "Oh God YES! I wanna do that so bad. I want to get in on it." "Go ahead," his sister answered. "I'll be okay in a little while; I just feel kind of floaty and warm now, and I'll watch until I get all turned on again." His mother's head was on one pillow, her ass upon another. Her knees were bent and flung wide, and his father's pale blonde head was buried between the rounded satin thighs, the big hands gripping the perfect cheeks of her ass. Arlene's eyes followed her son as he walked around the bed and came to stand close to her. He thought itwas a bit strange, he was there by himself, and he didn't drink tea. Hehad no idea why he ordered it. That's when I came in. I walked down thesidewalk, and sat down across from him. I was in my street clothes, jeansand a t-shirt with the letter "o" on it. A little eye makeup and my hairwas down. "Thanks for the tea Frank."He was visibly shaken, "Do I know you?" Yes, you just don't remember."He was looking at my chest, "How's that?" It doesn't really matter to you does it?" No, I. “Where did you two go off to?” she asked us.“Medieval Times at the Castle,” Jennifer answered. “Michael, why don’t you contact them to put one of their castles in Vincennes?”“They already have one in Chicago, I thought of that myself. I suppose it won’t hurt to call and ask,” I said. “What did you guys do for dinner?”Peter was quick to say, “We found an Italian place called Gio’s Chicken Amalfitano that had roasted chicken meals that were amazing.”“We both got the Sorrento Chicken,” JenJen.