I’ll be home on Monday. How long were you planning on staying?” Dawn countered.As Jean listened to her daughter talk she cringed, recalling the dr...am she had three days before. Jean’s husband had died seven years ago and she’d mourned the loss for several years. She still missed him and she missed the touch of her man the random sex. Lately she began having sexual dreams and many of them involved her Son In-Law, Mark.Three days ago she woke up from one of those dreams only to discover an aching. Like touching you, or thinking about sex. “Just like your cunt gets moist when you’re doing sexy things or thinking about them,” Sylvie added. “Malky’s cock is hard now,” volunteered Sylvie, to my embarrassment, reaching under my robe and touching it – which made it harder still! “And my cunt is wet!” I quickly adjusted my robe to cover myself up, but not before Sylvie’s actions had given Mandy the chance of a fleeting glance at my cock. “Is your cunt wet now?” I asked Mandy. Instinctively,. “Oh, sorry.”“Only joking, I’m Fred. He’s George.”George stepped forward and was unusually serious. “Look, we know you’re worried. And what’ll happen to you won’t be a doddle. In fact, it’ll be bloody awful. But we survived it.”“Twice,” Fred interjected with pride.“So I’m not to be expelled?” Harry asked.“That probably will be one option,” answered George. “But the other option is better. We can’t talk about it. I mean that – we CAN’T talk about it. And you won’t like it at all. But once done,. She smiled as much as she could - she wasn't much of a perky person after waking up. I chuckled. I sat up slightly, placed my hand on her cheek, and kissed her lips ever so gently. I hadn't the slightest idea how much of a horny mood she was in until I kissed her. Before I knew it, our tongues were in a passionate dance. I slipped her tee off of her and to my surprise, that was the only thing she was wearing. I shook my head and whispered, "You naughty girl," with a chuckle. Her only reply was.