“A funeral service for a guy who never once expressed a thought beyond his own limited existence.” “Shhh,” I hushed her quietly. “You’ve s...own real dignity and class. Just hang on to me and we’ll get through this.” “Chapel’s this way,” she said, entwining her arm with mine. “Come with me.” We sat in the first row. Some guy with a mournful look stood at a podium and mouthed platitudes about death being a passage and that the dead guy, he looked at the program to find his name, would be waiting. I didnt have any problem with what was about to happen, after all it was NOT the first time I had been to that house. What worried me the most was all the friends that the boy had with him at the food court. Tina had already gotten to the house and when we went inside Tina was on her back, no panties on and her skirt pulled up around her waist with the biggest cock I had ever seen inside her pussy. The boy was fucking her like there was no tomorrow and she was moaning and meeting every thrust. It's much more... manly and handy. "Sometimes you really gets on my nerves!" I do?" Yes. Must I spell everything out in the tiniest molluskular detail?" Molluskular? That's not..." Never mind! She want's you to fuck a child in her!" Oh my god!" At last! Really Joe. Sometimes I wish that... Yes. And I agreed." You did?" Don't you dare start that again!" she warned me, not that I had the slightest idea what she was talking about now either."No, dear, I wont." Good. Yes. We have agreed that. Then he told us that Mom had gone from the frying pan into the fire. She had always though of Dad as a sex maniac and thought that the boys were cute just wanting a quick blowjob at bedtime. She now had two very horny teenagers trying to fuck her to death. She would have been ahead of the game if she had only kept Dad happy.Dad and I enjoyed oral sex until I officially turned sixteen years old. For my birthday he and I took a cruise for a whole week in the Caribbean. We had never been alone.