As she approached the house the light in the bedroom went off and the outside light came on as the two of them came out of the building. Jo was wearin... a slinky little black dress with a great plunging neck line. A string of pearls highlighted her breasts and matched her hair colour. Sharon was wearing a long red dress that also had a plunging neck line. I love plunging neck lines. The girls had gone to great lengths to tart themselves up. It was futile though. They wouldn't be wearing them. Quickly opening the bedside drawer, I lay on the bed, shove my vibrator deep inside my wet slit and fuck myself to another orgasm. After a few moments my head clears. I imagine I must look a mess. Wet hair plastered to the pillow, my legs spread, knees up and my vibrator still in my pussy. I need to head to work. Maybe that will take my mind off of "Him". The drive to work was uneventful. I gave the usually hellos and nods to my coworkers. I enter my office and close the door. Fire up the. “Tranquility,” I said. “We both know that isn’t you name. I’m tired of playing games with you,” he said angrily. “Why can’t you accept that’s my name?” “Because I won’t accept a lie,” he replied. “Where do you go to school?” he asked as he took a bottle of soda from the refrigerator. “I dropped out of school.” “I kind of figured that,” he said. “Then why did you ask?” I retorted sarcastically. I guess that was the button I shouldn’t have pushed. Angrily, he slammed the soda bottle down. . love to me, son. Please. Now. On the dining room table, right next to the pizza. Michael already gave me a ‘bucket list’ hall pass, just in case I might feel the need for it. I’m cashing it in to ... for once in my life, know what it means to be fucked by my own son. He doesn’t want me to have any regrets, you know,” Mom stripped down to her underwear now.“Do it, bro!” Amy egged me on now.“Do it, papi. Chinga tu madre!” Anastassia encouraged me as I dropped my pajama bottoms and Amy unhooked.