Consequently she tended to trust Mark's judgment in sexual matters somewhat more than her own. She had opened up new vistas of pleasure for her that t...anscended all her previous hedonistic experiences. How could she possibly deny him anything?Cleo could still remember their first swapping experience with some tolerant amusement. What a naive little baby she'd been then! How coy and blushing, like a new bride. She'd been nervous the entire first part of the evening as the two couples worked. A part of me wanted to see the action. I tiptoed upstairs in the dark. My mom’s door was closed. The moans were orgasmic now. I can hear the squeaking of the bedsprings in my mom’s bed. I slowly felt around for the doorknob. My dick was becoming harder. I discovered the doorknob and turned it slowly. Once the door was open, hot air hit me in the face. The vocals of my mom were no longer stifled by the closed door… they were as loud as ever. I looked inside my mom's room... one little nightstand. "The waitress exclaimed, "Eve Baylor! You're here at my table! Wow!" She looked at me and said, "Mister Bill, do you know who she is?"I deadpanned. "No, she was just someone I picked up while coming up to Luverne. She looked hungry."Eve said, "I was but these chicken strips are delicious!"The waitress was now dumbfounded. She looked at me. "Mister Bill, don't you know who she is?"I said, "Yes, she is a very nice woman who I met on the side of the road a few weeks ago. I may ask to marry me if. We have to get you out of here before your father gets home.”They should have left for school already. They all attended Franklin Pierce High School.“Yes, Mother,” all of them chorused, my harem. Even if I didn’t get my futa-cock back, that wouldn’t change. My sister and our daughters were my women. I hoped I had bred all of them, except Ayesha.Plates cleared, our daughters rushed them to the sink where I now stood, Tarik’s breakfast sitting on his plate for him to eat. My stomach growled as.