She handed me the dildo and said "stick this in my ass while i blow that big fat cock baby" do you have any lube mom" just stick it in my pussy a few ...imes and it will get nice a slick" are you sure, it was up your ass shouldnt you clean it" your right baby give it here" she took the dildo but didnt get up to wash it, instead she took it inch by inch until she had the whole thing in her mouth and began slurping it clean."there baby all clean and i lubed now" your such i dirty slut mom" i said. What if my amma felt the same? Or worse. What if she beats me as a punishment? What if she throws me out of the house? Or what if she locks herself in the house? What if she leaves me never to be seen again?The reward was high but so were the risks and the conflict to choose which over which was tremendous. As I walked towards home I was still confused whether to ask her or not. And my friend Arjun, he was not helping. He was trying to explain to me how incest is wrong although he couldn’t. The look of shock was clearly evident on my face, because Carter was staring at me. I have a lot to tell you he said. We sat down to lunch and had a long talk. Carter told me that the blond haired boy was his 12 year old son Jacob. I also found out that Carter was 30. He was a little older than I thought, but still good looking. Carter proceeded to tell me that he was a teacher, and he was off for the summer. This explanation also shed light on why he was always so busy. We talked into the. Some evenings Id arrive home from school to see barely any new work done on the next door house, indicative of the fact theyd been fucking all day long. For the first few weeks I continued to get a huge thrill out of hearing every lurid detail lovingly recited by the feckless little slut, but soon the novelty wore off. And not just for me, but for Kelly too. She craved fresh cock and new adventures as much as I yearned to hear about them. So when finally the plastering job was finished, that.