" Jasmine couldn't believe this. A good looking "older" man, and he was hers for the taking. "Well, then," she continued, "Let me welcome you to the...complex. Let's get together so I can tell you all about it. Why don't you come by for coffee or maybe a beer?" "Well, you do seem to need some help with those baskets, and my day is fairly free. Let me carry one up for you and I will gladly let you play the "welcome lady" for me." He stiffled a chuckle at his own good fortune. They both. “Me, too, but I’m also glad that I apparently knocked you up!” Uncle Curtis smiled.“No apparently about it! You’re pregnant by him, all the way, Ms. Macduff!” the spirit assured her.“Oh, don’t be so formal! Call me ‘Molly,’ as you just helped me make the love child that I’ve wanted from Curtis forever!” my aunt told the spirit.“Molly it is, then! Molly Macduff, a proper Scots name if there ever was one!” the spirit mused, “incidentally, someone’s birth control must have failed or quit a little. I said nothing but continued to fuck her.“Choke me, Maitre!” she begged me. I reached up and began to strangle her.“Yes, yes! Don’t crush my windpipe! Yes, like that! Cover my mouth and nose!!” my mother seemed to enjoy having her air supply cut off while I fucked her. It was difficult to orgasm in this awkward position, but finally, I came inside of her.“Oh! Oh! Thank you! Thank you! I’ve not had cum in cunt in so long! It feels wonderful! Thank you, Guillaume, for this gift!” my mother was. We exchanged pleasantries for a few moments before he leaned forward and told me she still talked about me a lot, then leant even closer and told me she was always going on about my big cock. I had to chuckle, as that was what had got me into trouble with her, me spreading it about so to speak, and it tickled me to think she went on about it. David asked if I ever thought about giving her one, as in fucking her, and I had to confess that I did, as she was still the hottest lay I have ever met,.