His hands would reach out to touch me again and again, nearly any time we were near. If they trailed too long on my person I would remove the offendin... hand. Yet in weeks after that first grope, my son had felt every inch of my body - aways above my clothing. He loved to fondle my nylon covered legs or grasp my meaty breasts, while making obvious and loud noises of his lust.Then there was the pressing of his hard manhood against me, always above our clothing and mostly upon my lower stomach or. Obviously, you also put up a roadblock for us, so until this idea came up, we just put everything on the back burner." Okay, Molly," I answered, before kissing her and placing my hands on her butt.She helped herself to my schlong and began stroking it. "I love you, Matt." I love you too, Molly," I added, before kissing her again."Hey, I wasn't done with her, Matthew," Victoria whined.We both peeked at her, and she smirked. "I've been dying to make sweet love to my sister with this strap-on. .. hiss ... beep ... hiss...I gradually came to my senses. When I opened my eyes it was dark and I could barely see. I knew I wasn't in my own room and realized I must be in the hospital. From the sounds of it I was on some sort of life support. I was worried for a few seconds until I noticed the noise that woke me up was from the other bed in the room. As far as I could tell the only thing connected to me was a saline bag hanging next to the head of my bed.I had no idea how long I had been. I ran my tongue over the head then down the shaft. Vivian grabbed my head as I took the head in my mouth, swirling my tongue over it as my hand fondled her balls.The fingers of my other hand found her slit and stroked its length. My fingers slipped inside her honey pot. Vivian was so excited, that it did not take much for her to release her load in my mouth and cover my fingers in her sweet nectar.Vivian the pushed me back on the bed and straddled my hips. Her wet honey pot slid down onto my.