I could hardly look Dad or Sherry in the eye. Dad less than Sherry because he could and did have sex with Mom pretty much whenever he wanted, so it’... not like I was cheating him out of anything. With Sherry, it felt exactly like that, like I was cheating on her, although If I’d told her what was going on between Mom and me, I think she might have understood, maybe even encouraged it.But regardless of my guilt twinges, the only way I’d give up having sex with Mom was if she was the one who. .deep breath..."I"...deep breath..."be"...deep breath..."allowed"...deep breath..."to"...deep breath..."cum"...deep breath..."now"? Each time my answer was "Not yet". She was whimpering by the time I told her to stop after about another 20 minutes of teasing. She needed a break to regain as much of her composure as possible so I had her go bring herself back a nice big glass of ice water. Before she sat back down I had her turn her back to the camera, bend over, legs slightly spread, and slip. I left my new slaves in the car and went in to talk to Gary. I gave him the short version of what happened yesterday and told him I need a decent, reliable, late model car that I'm going to let them use and I want it for a reasonable price.He sat there quietly for a minute, staring at me as if he was waiting for the punch line. Finally he exclaimed, "You're full of shit!"I grinned at him and got up and went to the door. I waved my new slaves into the office. They came in and stood just inside. To give us some privacy," she answered with a far away look in her eyes, clearly remembering the night. "You're taller than your dad," she said softly as she nestled her head into the crook of my neck."I am?" I asked as I felt my mother's breasts brush lightly against my chest."Uh, huh ... and taller than your granddad too," she added as she released my hand and put both hands around my neck."Well you're taller than Becky ... you fit me better too ... much better," I answered even as I realized.