He would never know the debt he owed me.Now what to do? Dad was embedded in Mom and, though that was fun, any action was dependent on me moving her hi...s around which I soon tired of. What to do?Ahhh, of course. To make room, I pushed Mom’s feet further forward so her knees were beside Dad’s hips and then straddled his legs myself. Fitting tightly behind Mom, I aimed my cock at my favorite target. Carefully, though I was so excited I found this hard to do, I pushed into Mom’s dreamy butt. Once. . I mean ... That is..."I put my finger on his lips. "Hush." He looked like he was going to say something more, so I kissed him again. That got his complete attention, and he returned it with interest. One thing led to another, things progressed ... Nuts, I've run out of euphemisms. We did it again.He hadn't really pulled out of me after the first time, so it was kind of interesting, as he kissed and fondled, and I touched, kissed, and caressed back, to feel him growing in me. I missed that. No Daddy to call upon for help this time... only the handsome-homely boy whom she loved so much... and together they would work it out! Yes! They would; she felt confident of it, but she must do her part too... and at the moment, her end was the cleaning and straightening up of the house according to the list of printed instructions Mrs. Keele had given her.Jean found a Kleenex in her tiny uniform apron pocket and used it, then raised her firm little chin courageously in determination. She. I always considered myself a nice enough person, but I wasn’t usually the type that would do something like this. I was too cautious, and this seemed dangerous. But still, something caused me to slow down and pull off to the side. The man rose as I parked my car, and I noticed his face was partially veiled with some kind of clothing. Still, I was able to make out a worn smile with years of stubble surrounding it.“Need any help?” I offered, as I walked towards his car. “I think it just needs a.