"Well, that makes sense, because I'm much, much older than you my love, and much older than all those boys you saw from afar. Now, be a good girl and ...neel down before me and unzip my shorts and pull out my cock and hold it in your little warm, soft hand, and then move your hand up and down." I said to her, trying to hold back from moaning and grunting.She unbuttoned and unzipped my shorts, as they fell to the ground. She paused for a second as she just stared at my rock hard cock pointing at. 'I guess I was a bit too serious looking because she looked panicked at what I said. I needed to fix it, and fast.I put on a big smile, 'But you do have some other skills I learned about yesterday and today. I'm pretty sure you're better than an old widow lady at those. I will keep you I guess.Anita smiled and threw a pillow at me laughing.'Get up sleepyhead, we need to change the sheets, clean ourselves and get some food cooking, ' I said.With that I pulled the sheet off her in one fast tug. "Tell him. He'll understand. I've seen you two. It's the only natural choice " She told her. Of course, looking back, I did not know what she meant at that time and had let it pass as insignificant.A quick check-in, and we were on the flight. We passed our time playing cards, watching a movie, and in the end, just talking. Carol wasn't a great aircraft person, and after five hours, was gripping my hand tightly.And at that time, I decided to come clean about what I had done."Listen Carol," I. She was always asking him about girls, when finally she came up with a not so subtle way of trying to help him with what she saw was his problem. That is where this second fantasy story starts, as I record David's telling about him fucking our mother."David, how and when did this fantasy of yours become real?" I asked in true journalist style."It was just a few weeks after my eighteenth birthday. It was a Sunday morning and I had slept in. When I woke up the house was uncharacteristically.