" I said as I looked up at her standing on the dock above me, a few whisps of blond hair peaking around the extremely tiny covering over her crotch. I...could see there was a dark spot on the white material that had to be wetness from her pussy. The thinness of the suit allowed the outline her meaty outer pussy lips to stand out before the white material narrowed and disappeared between her legs. The reaction in my shorts was immediate and distinct, with my hardon filling my shorts by the time I. It’s magical, honey. I love you.”“I love you, too, Mother. More than words could ever say.” We hugged and I couldn’t resist the urge to squeeze Mother’s world-class ass. Perfection!Mother then proceeded to talk with Cassidy about her part of the experience as they worked in the kitchen to get the food ready for Ben to serve. I could hear their laughter and sighs. It was a very joyous sound, indeed.Father came over and asked to speak with me privately outside. We sat down as he lit up his pipe.. She’d dropped the bomb that she had a boyfriend, Devon or something like that. All this time, she had merely been using him. Boy toy. He had half a mind to call her man and tell him who’s pussy he’d been getting. Maybe between the two of them, the could teach her a lesson … or two. Will just sat there musing and idly stroking his cock. His vengeful thoughts were getting him hard, and that bitch’s pussy looked so good. Maybe he could … well, her legs were already open … and his cock was already. She pulled out a chair, and sat down at the table, with the little recipe booklet in front of her. She turned the yellowing and brittle pages one at a time. Each page contained one recipe, very neatly hand written in ink. She leafed through Charlie’s Cheesecake, Hungarian Goulash, Bob’s Steamed Crabs with Beer, Lydia’s English Meat Pie, Grandma’s Blackberry Jelly with a marginal note,”people prefer raspberries and ½ the sugar.” Then she found it. The recipe was simply labeled “Tabitha’s.