She explored carefully, feeling the head, which was wet on the end, and giving it a small, tentative rub, causing Hank to groan. ‘Did that hurt?’ ...he asked. ‘Nah, not hurt, jes’ felt good,’ he told her. Hank moved his other hand to cup her other breast and started a more serious massage of both breasts and nipples. Caroline lay still, enjoying what Hank was doing, holding his penis in her hand and making slow movements which Hank responded to by moving his hips. ‘What do you call this?’ she. He sure felt a lot older.Standing before the sink he thought about what he had done the night before, and felt tingly all over. It hadn't been another wet dream; he had really, actually, fucked his mother. True, he hadn't been able to spend the whole night with her, and hadn't gotten nearly enough of that glorious pussy, but she had fucked him back. She had loved his prick and played with it and fed him her tit. She had talked dirty with him and told him that even though his father's cock was. They would have to find some wood for the moment. The following morning the sun shone in through the lounge window as if nothing had happened. Mary, who had not slept, gazed at the three children wrapped up next to her and thought about last night. Once she had calmed herself down and satisfied herself that the three them had gone off to sleep she started to think about when she had first gone into the room to find them. At first she had thought it was just Kate and Sally in the bed but once. Frankie was getting frustrated now and just needed fucking and all this taking it out and putting it back in was tormenting her. She tried to move back into him to make him put it in her and leave it there but he kept pulling out again just as quickly.“Fucking hell Nick, will you just fuck me please? I want you to ride me hard” Frankie screamed at him.Nick was laughing as he replied “Aw am I tormenting you Frankie? Don’t you like it? Your pussy is telling me different, it’s really wet down.