The magazine made a big deal out of how closely the original family formula was guarded. Near the end of the story, my name was mentioned as the guy i... charge of security for the company. I had worked for Art and Paul since I got out of the army in 1985. I worked my way up the ladder and three years ago I was named head of security.The title sounds good, but the truth is security was never much of an issue, at least not until that damn magazine story. It made our soda sound like the best thing. “Show Peggy what you’ve got, Mother,” Robert said.Peggy was horrified as her mother lifted her skirt from behind, turning her back to them. Joan bent over slightly, and Peggy stared. Her mother’s ass was very shapely, the cheeks smooth and creamy in color. Her legs were very good, slim and shapely. She didn’t have panties on. What she did have was another rubber cock, only it was shoved into her asshole, strapped securely the way Peggy’s was.“Oh, Mother,” Peggy sobbed, feeling more lost and. I looked her in the eye as I did this, wanting to see an approving look from her. She did not disappoint me, saying, "Oh yes, touch mommy's pussy, play with it. Put your finger in if you like," and then closed her eyes and pushed her head back to enjoy the sensation. I moved my middle finger along her pussy mound, over the hairs there until I felt the line of the opening, and then gently pressed in, pushing my finger into the moist flesh there"Oh...yes, baby" said mom, still with her eyes. The ground was exquisitely kept, the lawns a lush green and the paths a perfect white gravel. Not a blade or stone was out of place. The various wooden stands and tables outside the restaurant were illuminated in the warm morning glow. At least his eyes were alive with the sight, unlike his dead brain with the bore. As he made his way to the white fencing by the track, his mother grabbed him by the shoulder:“Come on Peter! This gentleman has offered to take a photo for our albums back home!” In.