“But will Candace give any ground. I mean any ground!”“We’ll be playing that one by ear,” he said.“We need to talk to Candace again first,...and then, if all goes well, Marian,” she said. He nodded his agreement.“Look, honey,” said Daniel. “For some reason, maybe a good reason or maybe not, but this request of your parents to include—yes in a big way—the guy who was your sperm donor if not exactly your real daddy, seems to be super important to them. If I had to bet on the issue; I’d be betting. She stroked him and kept him hard, rubbing the spew all over her cheeks and neck, feeling it run down to her hard, pointy tits. She smiled a cummy smile at him and felt his dick remain hard in her small pumping hand. "Mmmmmmmm, I love how you stay hard for mommy, Bradley, I love how all you young, hung studs stay hard for me," she growled, sliding up to impale herself on her son's big dick. "I love you all ... "Bradley shut his eyes again trying not to think that the incredibly tight, hot and. .. or, he gave you a bogus number."Her jaw dropped and she blushed beet red. Tears began to flow down her face."I didn't reply right away because I was enjoying the drama. Then, your messages grew more anguished. You left a voice mail that disturbed me greatly and I tried to contact you. When we finally connected ... well, you weren't interested in listening."Rachel buried her face in her hands and wailed. "Oh, God!" I was the one that called 911 for you. I gave them your cell number because it. She kissed me on the mouth, something new also. She tried to hide what she was really reading under the newspaper, but I saw the spine of a paperback…”that nasty book” my brother had left behind when he moved out…”Lady Chatterley’s Lover.” No wonder Mom was in an exploratory state of mind recently. I had read a few pages myself and that just fueled my curiosities. I thought to myself…we’re on the same page, so to speak. With that I was off to bed and a Saturday morning late sleep. Mom of.