I unbutton my jacket and slowly take it down both shoulders as I hold it behind both arms, holding them in place as I examine my breasts, pushing at m... shirt like they are straining to be free. My blouse is gaping open, and I can see my nipples start to form little bumps creasing their spots with a darker color, even through my bra. I take the restraining jacket off and throw it by the wall. Slowly I turn around as I watch my body, still clothed, become an instrument of pleasure. My breasts are. Yes, Becky was kind enough to share me with her little sister. I enjoyed every minute of it." "Evidently Wendy did, too, she rather sings your praises, WIll." "Well, I'll have to find some way to thank her, won't I?" "Do you think you could show me what my two sisters are so enamored of?" "I'd be happy to, Janna, let's go to your room, okay?" As we walked down the hall, I was watching her ass move back and forth, her bikini not really hiding much, especially her ass cheeks. Entering her. Freud was right.Every male lusts his own mother. Every boy wants to take the place of his father! My lust for my Amma never subsided and I analyzed my own mind and concluded that there is nothing wrong in my lusting my own mother and given a chance would like to really fuck her.I should thank Internet, which helped me in realizing my dream. Yes I could fuck my mother at last. About a year back I started browsing through the Internet and I stumbled upon a lot of material on incest. I collected. " With a brief nod, the man departed. Allura turned back to the window. Sebastien weighed the situation. He stood before the Enchantress' castle, and before him stood four men, armed and armoured. They held weapons ready in a battle stance, their faces grim. It appeared he had no choice. He drew his sword and approached, slowly. He was only lightly armoured, having had to travel a great distance to reach this place. The men before him wore heavy armour, carried both sword and shield. The first.