Still not knowing what to call wolverine. She couldn’t call him Dad since he wasn’t her father, not really. Not to mention the added DNA to her bi...th mix, nor could she call him brother, that would just be weird and he was way to old to be her brother. Everything else was just too distant. Great just great I hate thinking about this shit, she thought growling at herself. Only a few things helped her to sleep. But unlike Jean thinking was not one of them. Usually when she though she lead herself. Then George asked how does a wife clean her husband's cock? With her mouth I say. And he put it in front of my mouth. I didn't hesitate one second and cleaned him and myself off his cock, Mmmm. I liked it! And said so to George. You are a Good wife. I thanked him for that and now it was time for me to go. I knocked on the door, George's mom let me into the bathroom. And noticed my wet spot on my butt in the crotch. She asked if I had fun today at the club. I did indeed was my reply. Anything. I felt her push her tongue onto my nipple even more, and she picked up on some great nipple licking techniques along the way.I moved my body back and forth somewhat, but not enough to dethrone her from my melons. She practically glued her face down there and kept her tongue moving on both of them. In the process, I felt her boobs painting my stomach, and that was another pleasure spike.'Maybe she has done this with another woman, who knows? I just know she's making me feel good now.'I certainly. Now my pants were on the floor and I was beating off like mad as I watched my mother having hot sex with three men. Mom is a milf but I never knew that she fucked anyone but Dad. From the time I got my first hard-on, I imagined myself burying my cock in her as I jerked off at night. I knew that she was hot in bed. My room shared a wall with the master bedroom and I could clearly hear Mom and Dad frequently fucking at night. I could hear Mom begging to be fucked harder and screaming in orgasm.