She gracefully stood up and stepped out of the tub, patting her skin dry with a plush towel. The bedroom door flung open, the rusty hinges creaking in...protest. She could barely contain her excitement at the first sight of him, panting and dripping from the rainy ride. He was mesmerized. Lit from behind, she looked like a porcelain goddess. Her wavy hair was tousled, delicate tendrils framing her angelic face. He could see the desire illuminating her enormous dark eyes so that they appeared. Realizing my cunt’s dampness I got ready to get fucked by my own son. I raised my leg and put it on a toilet seat. I pulled my son by holding his cock and rubbed it on my vaginal entrance.I said to my son, “Honey, pierce your penis in me slowly.” His entrance was perfect as his cock head pierced inside me and he stopped there moaning, “Oh maa, I wanna fuck you forever.”He was sensing the greatest pleasures of life. Then like a good boy, he grabbed my boobies and pierced his dick completely. She was so relaxed - so aroused - that when he asked her for "one little bitty touch" she said nothing. She let him do what he wanted, or at least what she thought he wanted - cop a feel of her tit - but he wanted more.Lying side-by-side, she was on her back. Her knees slightly spread, bent, and one knee rested on his thigh. His hand moved back and forth above her breasts and that's when she felt it. It was hot, hard and pressing against the back of her thigh. He was just as turned on as she. When I walked into the house I was first greeted by my father with a handshake then my mother in the kitchen with a hug, then by my sister running and screaming leaping through the air and gave me a huge hug. I had just got home in time for dinner so we all sat down and caught up since I hadn't seen them in about six months or so. We talked about college and classes, and then my sister told me she tried out for the cheer team for next school year. I found this odd as she had always hated.