The couple in the room across the way wereglistening with sweat, and I could see a sheen formingon Julie’s chest between her marvelous ...breasts. Herbreathing was deeper, heavier now, as she kept her eyeson the performers. Julie’s musky scent filled the room,and I shifted in my seat, trying to ease the discomfortof my aching cock which strained against my slacks. Theother couple were near orgasm, frantically fucking.Julie’s hand seemed to vibrate over her . I saw my face between those legs lapping at the cunt I had shaved that morning. It was my Mother licking what was HER cunt with MY tongue. She looked up and saw me watching her, pulled away and smiled. It was so odd to see the mouth that until days ago was mine, covered with juices from the cunt that had birthed me.She moved then and straddled my face. We were in a delicious 69 when Daddy woke up. He seemed disoriented at first, then this huge grin crossed his face. He looked at me and. ” I waited by the door. In less than a minute she was back with her son, Timothy. His acne all but glowed in the faint glow of his mother’s cigarette. “I… I can, um drive you home, Deidre, you want.” I nodded. I was in no shape to walk the two or three miles to my place. “Just give him a nice blowjob, Deidre. It’s the least you can do. It’s so late and all. And it is his graduation,” Mrs. Meadows chirped. Timmy drove me home in his mother’s BMW. After he parked outside my house, I leaned down. They wouldn’t know each other for long. He might even be dead soon. Who knew? No point being on a first name basis with a corpse. ‘Get the fuck up,’ he said. ‘We have to make it to the dumpster. Can you make it?’ The Package was breathing heavily. He was out of condition. He nodded. ‘I….think….so,’ he said between gasps. Fat fuck. Why can’t they send me to get someone fit for once? Even just healthy. Someone who could at least run more than ten meters without throwing up. ‘Well don’t think so,.