"Oh yes! At times, like today, it getsworse. Patricia reminded me a lot of my youngest, Elizabeth. Not herlooks, she reminds me more of Amelia Ten-...roeck with her hair color, somuch as her energy, curiosity, and forwardness. Liz would have doneprecisely the same thing as Patricia in asking that question."I'm not too surprised that it happens once in a while. I have severalthousand direct descendants alive at the moment, so having someone wholooks or acts like one of my babies is expected. I leaned in and kissed his hole, again a shudder but nothing telling me to stop. I backed off and turned him around to face me again. His eyes were closed and there was a drop of pre-cum on his cock. I leaned in and kissed it away. I stroked his cock a few times and another appeared, again I kissed it away. On every other stroke, his cock offered up this sweet nectar. I continued to stroke his cock while I went to work on his fat balls. I eventually got one in my mouth and finally the other. By. .he gently lifts my head from his cock, and I gaze at it for a moment. A drop of semen oozes from him and I can;t resist, lightly with my tongue at first but then my lips envelope his head. I love the taste of semen, fresh, light, almost as sexy as cum.He pulls my head again and I stand up. We kiss some more, slow, wet, warm. His soft body presses against me, his hard cock lays against my hip. I'm still throbbing. He lays me down on the bed, no time to pull down the covers. Turns me to my. I pushed my cock hard into Mom’s back and inserted my finger further into her mouth as if it was a cock seeking the bottom of her pussy. For a long couple of minutes I kept that up. My finger sliding slowly in and out of her mouth, hand pulsing over her right tit as if I was squishing a bulb, and my cock rubbing up and down her back. This was insane. Unbelievable. Squeezing my mom’s tit, fingering her mouth and dry-humping her back with my father snoring less than ten feet away. Holy fuck.It.