Well so much for an attempt to reverse things hey. As that came to a conclusion, we were called to the hall to for some words of wisdom and soon we al... got there. Earlier in the day we were asked to draw up a portrait of how we viewed this weekend as, so now it was time to explain to everyone what we drew and what significant meaning it brought to us. It was pretty interesting to see each others portraits and how they meant to each of their artists, very enlightening to our souls. After the. "How does it feel, Jack?" Sharky asked, excitedly.I slowly lifted my face from Cookie's sweet, sandy hair and looked over at him.Sharky was standing by the side of the bed. He was totally naked now. His body was a mass of muscle and scar and kinky, rust colored hair.Clutched firmly, in his large hand, was a hardened cock that made mine look like a stubby pencil. He was jacking it slowly as he peered eagerly back at me and my sister, joined in sexual union on the bed."It feels okay," I said.I. We'd never negotiated where I was going to cum, and I didn't care. I gave her a fair warning; it was only fair. "I'm gonna cum." "Ohhh."She let go with her mouth and started stroking my very wet cock. I arched my back off the bed and she never let go, perfect grip, perfect tension. "Yes baby, shoot that cream." I can still hear those words almost a decade later."I let go. I forgot where I was, how depressed I'd been, everything. I moaned loudly; pretty sure if anyone was in the next room, they. With eachpump his dick slid across his Mom's clit and her gaspsbecame faster and her cries louder with every stroke.Mikey felt his orgasm swell up inside of him and heknew he was going to blow any second. He pulled hisdick from between his mother's legs and rolled her onher back. He lifted one leg over her and facing her,straddled her stomach.His Mom didn't fight him as he took both her hands,encircled his penis with them, and urged her to strokehim over the edge. Her nightgown was still on and.