"Oh, yes! She promised she'd play her flute with us."I smiled. "Terri, me playing my recorder with Johanna is like putting a tricycle on a NASCAR trac...." I know," the little blonde thing said. "But we ARE getting better." I wish my fingers learned as fast as my brain did," I said."It's like that," Terri affirmed. "One of the reasons Dad thinks it's good that I learn to play." That's what Mizz Beck says too," I added. "You, me and Rache after dinner tonight? Half an hour?" Get your Dan to play. She had eloped from her father with the guy who cheated on her for money. She did not want to return, so she earned her money working as a waitress and went to school.It all started with that one night, but we were already living together at the end of the academic year. We both had a similar sexual appetite, and she would be ready to spread her legs twice a day. Sometimes we lost count of weekends. Drinking and smoking were like food and water.Initially, we wore shorts and clothes at home, and. "Oh, Mom, you're so pretty," my son said as my bra slid off my arms to fall on the floor. I unzipped my skirt, stepped out of it, leaned over and pulled my panties to the floor. They had a large wet spot as I kicked them aside. I got back on Tara's bed and pulled her down next to me as I gripped her brother around his back, hugged him tight and rolled onto my back pulling him up on top of me as I widened my legs. I snaked my hand down between us, gripped his cock and pulled it up to me, he. She deep throated me and then bobbed up and down like a porn star. Not surprisingly, I didn't last long under such intense pleasure. I grunted, "I'm coming Mommy." A few seconds later I exploded my cum down my Mother's throat. Unlike most girls, she didn't miss a beat, as she continued the fast-paced assault on my cock, long after my cum had all been swallowed.Suddenly with a confidence I didn't know was in me, I pulled out and aggressively pushed her onto the grass onto her back and opened her.