My 50 year old, in demand beauty, who always says the right things to keep me coming back, was on the top of the list. My needy new mom, looking for �...�Daddy’ was second. I compiled a second list of the excuses that I thought I would get: previous engagement, can’t get baby sitter, I’ll have company, have to work, etc. Then I selected a non-threatening, short and fun activity. The Mount Hood Railroad had just started its beautiful fall four hour rides. I offered each of my lovelies the choice of. I jumped up from the edge of the bed as though I’d been shocked. I hadn’t realized he’d finally come into the bedroom. He looked me over, and nodded approvingly. “So, it’s the thought of being spanked that gets you turned on these days, is it?” A rhetorical question, I decided, and stayed silent, looking down at my feet in embarrassment. “What is it about being spanked that appeals?” he persisted. Damn. He wasn’t going to let me away on this one. “Just that…um… I guess it’s the thought. It was almost like he has a special fuck for lesbians, with having loads of empathy, being just a person not especially a man.I mean he is a man, but at the same time he has some things about him that could make a lez feel comfortable with him, somehow. Depending obviously, but I gave up any idea of keeping him for myself, anyway. I’d be sharing him from now on I could see. But I’d always shared everything with Lettie so it’d be cool. Frankly she WAS made to be fucked, just like me, so it’s. "I love that you love your sexy mommy, Alan," I whispered, slowly lowering myself down and letting his dick penetrate my pussy. "Holy shit," I moaned, closing my eyes and slanting my head back. "I love both of your schlongs, boys. They are quite magical, to say the least," I let out before I let my palms slide onto his shoulders. "There is nothing better than having sex with your loving sons, they love you, and you love them. By the way, Greg, did you fill up your condom?" I wondered, glancing.