Pissing off the disciplinarian isn’t good practice is it I thought, smiling. I swished the cane twice to help gauge the strength of the st...oke I should use. Happy, I tapped her bottom a couple of times. Betty caught her breath. “Ready?” I asked. “Yes” Betty replied. I gave her bottom a serious stare. It looked so soft, so beckoning. I saw the spots of cellulite at the tops of her legs and smiled. I hadn’t seen that before. My Mother in Law definitely kept. “This is so wrong!” Janet breathed. Roxy nodded. “You’re right, mom. Maybe we should stop and just pretend this never happened.” “Maybe.” Even as Janet was murmuring her agreement, Roxy was kissing her throat and nuzzling her neck with the tip of her tongue. They both already knew there was no turning back, even had either of them wanted to. “Are you sure you want to do this, honey?” Roxy’s fingers were already unbuttoning her mom’s white shirt. “Any time you want me to stop, mom, you just say. I didn't speak Spanish but I know what that means. The summer passed by without a repeat though I am embarrassed to admit that more than once I returned to the same secluded part of my yard and went through the same routine of crawling around on all fours pretending to pull weeds while letting my loose-fitting work jeans slide down off of my hips exposing my ass in hopes that he’d see me again and was then relieved when nothing happened and I returned to the house. I don’t consider myself to. Becky’s super-fit twenty-two-year-old body had been molested and fucked to orgasm by my fat eight-inch cock and various vibrators, tongues and fingers, more times than I could count. It was definitely a lot better than having the girls go through the ordeal of giving evidence in court.So on Monday we started on Becky again, in the evening after Sally and I got home from work. We had an early dinner then retired to the living room, where we fucked Becky more or less continuously until about half.