In the morning Bridgett came in, found Mom in bed with me, and found me fucking her with my morning erection.She asked, “What’s going on?”Mom re...lied, “Your father told me to let your brother fuck me so that he could fuck you. He is probably still in bed if you want to join him.”Bridgett laughed and said, “I don’t want my father fucking me, I want my brother to fuck me.”Mom asked, “Why?”Bridgett just smiled at her before saying, “Because he controls you! Because he called you his slut wife, his. We chit-chatted on the way home mostly about his trip and then had dinner. As he opened a bottle of white wine to go with the roast chicken I had earlier put in the oven, he asked Kenny, "Now that you are participating in some rather adult pleasures, would my son like to also join us in yet another with a glass of wine with his meal?"He agreed and Guy poured three glasses as I served. Then he lifted his glass and toasted, "To my son as he enters a new and exciting phase of his life. I'll always. I just want to sit here, talk and get to know you. We've lived next to each other for two years now, and we've never even been in each other's house." She took another sip, and I noticed her cheeks were flushed. Good, I thought. At least she's not cold anymore.I don't know how long we sat there and talked, told each other about our lives, sipped the brandy slowly, but I do know it had slowly grown dark. I got up to turn on a few lights, but she asked me leave most of them off. "It's so. I slowly began to go just a little limp and watched as I forced out more cum, which pooled around my belly button. I noticed she was gently massaging herself, and occasionally whimpering softly as she did so. Our reverie was broken after what seemed like ages when she said, "You're a mess. Let me clean you up." But instead of, as I thought, going off to get a towel or washcloth, she got up and leaned over me. The next thing I knew she was licking up every drop of spunk on my body, and.