Dad wasn't as stunned as I would've expected. I guess he had played out some of these permutations in his mind. After all, that's what makes a good la...yer: playing out possibilities in advance.Dad almost seemed relieved that we had found each other. He knew that almost any other relationship was doomed, but he certainly couldn't encourage us into incest, or could he?Now I wonder if dad insisted on our staying in one room together, when we easily could've had our own individual rooms.He told us. It was a real turn on, not being able to see exactly what was going on, just the movement of her hand inside his boxers. I could see and hear when Hazel's hand reached his knob, Steve let out a long low groan. "God, Hazel, that feels good, you've got a lovely soft hand," Hazel looked at him and smiled, with the cheekiest grin I have ever seen. "I'm glad it's only my hand that's soft," she laughed.That was enough for Steve, he pulled Hazel's hand from up the leg of his boxers and stood up and. She reached beneath one breast with both hands and lifted the heavy round mass of flesh, leaning forward slightly at the same time. She pursed her mouth, and held Josh's eyes with a teasing gaze as she fed the glistening nipple right between her sexy red lips."Oh fuck," Josh groaned under his breath as he watched his mother's mouth clamp down on the stiff red bud of her nipple, her painted red lips looking incredibly erotic as they pulled and nursed at the erect little button. To Josh, it was. I was just as much an addict as my husband. Instead of a horrible drug, I got off on horrible sex. I made myself cum about the time his mother wailed again.Terry pulled the chewed cob out of his mother’s pussy and set it beside him. “I got a job, Momma.”“Don’t lie to me, Boy. This here is your job, between your Momma’s fat thighs. Nobody’d gonna hire an ugly nigger like you with your crimes. Just like no lady is gonna let you touch her like your Momma lets you.“No, Momma. I made my own job. I’m.