A bit of warmth always helped lesson their tummy-ache.As Julie and Vee came into the kitchen for their cuppa, I hugged and kissed them both as lovingl... as I could manage. They had wanted me to enjoy myself as much as they had done, and it had been a memorable threesome. We sat around the kitchen table in a companionable silence, just enjoying each other's company. We all had smiles on our faces; making love to each other always cheered us up.Vee seemed to be pretty much herself again; our. She wiggled her hips, grinding against me as she moaned. Her tongue brushed mine. She swirled it around, kissing me with such passion.She was mine.Maria ReenburgI cupped Daddy’s face as he trembled beneath me. His eyes were wild, hazel unlike Sean’s blues. He was a mature version of my brother, his hair and eyes darker. I felt the shadow of his whiskers, the rough stubble beneath my fingers.I kissed him hard on the lips. My tongue thrust into his mouth. I felt his manly stubble rasp against my. His cock was red and leaking precum and might have measured a full 5 inches if you were feeling particularly generous with the ruler. He kept asking me not to make him go through with it, not to make him into a white faggot for black cock, but he was holding his legs up and he eyes were singing another song.Jackson pushed the first few inches in in one thrust and he screamed out. His breathing was hard and he was thrashing around on the bed. Not once did he attempt to take the dick out or say. Amused perhaps. She walked away from Kristen and said, as she passed by me, her tone suddenly stern, "Matt, we will talk about this later."I sheepishly walked to the car, completely anxiety-ridden that she may tell Dad. What would Dad say? What would he do? Mom could have been a champion poker player, her face was giving so little away. What was Mom thinking? What were her plans?Kristen was still standing shell shocked with the revelation that Mom had seen us, when I reached her.I asked,.