I liked the flattery and that she turned to me in times of trouble. She made it very clear, yet remained subtle, that she was available but wanted to ...e ‘looked after.’I still desired her, it sounded a bargain.She didn’t wait long to turn on the physical charm in her flat. We were soon embraced, kissing, petting, touching and then very intimate, and now here we were, her laying back, legs wide apart, her love tunnel wet and inviting, me stiffer than stiff and inches from her love hole.I wanted. Rapidly pushing in and out between her pussy lips like my dick was doing to hers."UUUHHHHHHHH!" cried my mother between Cynthia's thighs, taking my big dick all the way inside her pussy. Her pussy was tightening around my dick. If feeling my mother's pussy around my cock and Cynthia's huge tits cram inside my mouth wasn't enough for me to cum on, Cindy was underneath me, sucking at my bouncing balls. She would occasionally lick at my shaft drilling deep within my mother. I felt my mother. Prior to this she had only been in a bar once...and did not drink at all. But this night would be different. As she tells the story, it all began with her first Cosmopolitan, then a second and a third. Soon she was "tipsy." An hour or so later several young male accountants showed up at the bar and bought drinks for the ladies. She found herself standing at the bar with one of the young men and introduced herself. By this time she was way past tipsy. She excused herself to go to the restroom. “It doesn’t matter. Why won’t you understand? She didn’t claim she was our sister. I said it, not her. She never used it for her own benefit. She helped us when she didn’t have to. She put me back together when I fell apart. She risked her life for ours more times than I can count. She showed her loyalty and her compassion over, and over, and over, and she has nothing left to prove. She’s my sister – by choice, Fergus. It doesn’t matter if it’s by blood. Why won’t you see that? I know what.