”“What’s wrong with you?” I whispered, still shocked at her appearance.Amelia glared at me, eyes darkening. “You’re what’s wrong with me... You almost died!” Then tears welled in her beautiful eyes. “You almost left me behind, Mike.”“Never,” I whispered, squeezing her slender hand. Fatigue washed in. I tried to fight it and failed, eyes closing, Amelia’s hand providing comfort.Darkness greeted me when I stirred again. Around me, busy sounds of a hospital - people talking, hurried footsteps, and. Etc, etc.Both women, I could tell was very horny and reply yes immediately. I tested their pussies with my hand and knew they would obey without question for now and later I would test it to see if they continue."I picked up my wife slipper and gave it to her. Spank your bad mother hard with this 30 times slave." I told her.She immediately started spanking her mother ass till it was red and sore. I could tell she was enjoying getting back at her for all the times she was spanked in life. Maybe. Except for her waist length blonde hair and slightly larger breasts she looked exactly like her mother. In fact, if I didn’t already know differently, I would have sworn she and Leslie were sisters instead of mother and daughter. ‘Hi, you must be Martin. I’m Beth.’ she said. Then she wrapped her arms around me and gave me a hug that I would not soon forget. Much to my embarrassment I almost immediately got an erection that Beth couldn’t help but notice. She gave me a little extra squeeze and. “And that’s about it,” I said. “Bathroom there, bedroom there.”“I said show me around,” Aster repeated, almost irritatedly.I flung the bedroom door open and gestured for her to cross the threshold. She sat on the bed and patted it for me to follow. I sat next to her.“Console me,” she said, leaning towards me, so I put my arm around her shoulder, unsure of how far I was being invited to go.“God, you’re not very good at this, are you?” she complained humorously, putting her face in front of mine.