Yes , I have been doing that almost everyday when no one is at home. I have tried a lot not to think about you like this but I cannot stop myself. She...said ‘ like what ?’I said whenever I’m with pinki, I do anything with her, you are in my mind as if I’m doing it with you. I am obsessed about you, and cannot think of any other thing besides making love to you. I saw her , she was listening all this being so calm and patient as if she wanted to hear all this from me. After speaking all this,. .” My son swallowed.“With the cocksucker she’s fucking?” I growled. I was free. No more muzzling myself. No more swallowing my pride. My words. My emotions. “Yeah, that’s where we’re heading. Let’s go.”I marched forward, my children following. I could feel my son’s eagerness while my daughter ... she brimmed with lust. She was such whore. I would use her. I couldn’t wait to enjoy a tight pussy again.We piled into my car. It was old. My wife wouldn’t let me buy a new one. She deserved her new. She then reached forward and grabbed my hand, pulling me closer. Kissing me, she then placed my hand back on her pussy and said, "More." I didn't need any more encouragement. I sat between her legs and began playing with her pussy. I know, it seems wrong. You never imagine that you might be playing with your own mother's pussy. But here I was, playing with it. Gently massaging her clit between my thumb and index finger, my middle and ring fingers inserted inside. My other hand against her. ” Despite her serious tone the woman dipped a finger into her glistening sex and ran it over her pucker as she spoke.It was like she knew how to push all of his buttons. “You promise it will grow back?” he asked, his eyes zeroing in on her backdoor that now shimmered with wetness.She nodded. “I’d rather you come back and see me next time you are in the area.”After a moment’s thought he began unbuckling his belt while saying “Fuck it, even if this is just a dream I forget tomorrow morning, I.