Well that's fine... I can handle both of you. You want to be my slut, Genny? You want me to do the things to you I do to your daughter?" he asked her,...tightening his grip on her throat a bit. His fingers trailed across her very wet panties again."Yess... Please John, please..." Beg me. Beg me like a slut. Show me you want this." Oh God, John, please... please make me your slut! Oh please, I want to be your slut... I want you to do those things to me... to make me cum, please!" she sobbed,. As I offered up my lubed cock it looked impossibly large against this tiny pretty hole. I grabbed it and pushed. He braced. I pushed again and his muscle slipped over my head and clamped tight around the collar. A moments breath before I slid a few inches into his beautiful butt. I stared at his stretched sphincter flexing around my thick shaft. I was so horny I wished I was kneeling and licking where we coupled.I started to feel I could fuck him and his earnest noises only added to my lust. I. Thirty-six, two years younger than my mom. Copper-red hair to the middle of her back. A figure like … well, like my mom’s. Walking around by the pool in a bikini as I speak. Her daughter? Rachel. Eighteen. Strawberry blonde hair to her shoulders. A mischievous smile and a contagious giggle. We played together as kids, but she has grown up very nicely since then. She’s now built like … mmmmm …. Can cousins marry in this state? Me? I am simply indulging in the scenery by the pool. A guy couldn’t. In case you hadn't noticed, I can be an asshole."Even though we've been married seven years. It's not like we're committing a sin or anything. You won't go to hell for enjoying your body, especially with me." I started to get dressed while I ranted."I said you could do it if you wanted..." she began, starting to cry a little."But it isn't about that, is it? I want you to want it, or else I might as well be jerking off. If you're doing it because you feel obligated, then it isn't worth it, and I.