When I finished my bath, I entered the laundry room, there I found their panties, rolled, sodden, pungent, damp and very pissy. I u*********sly rubbed...myself and within seconds exploded busting a humongous nut! I looked down at my dick as I it jumped, pulsated and squirted powerful long streams of sperm all over the laundry room! My legs got weak and I freaked out thinking I broke my dick. I told my older brother who explained what that meant.By the time I discovered pussy, I was still addicted. The noise. The sweat. The clammy cold. And still Hercules effortlessly, relentlessly, penetrated my squelching, battered loins till again I drowned in blissful rapture. Over and over, the pleasure grew, blossomed and burst, blossomed and burst, till I was insensible, clinging to sanity, on the very edge of consciousness. Through the tears that at some point had obscured my eyes, I saw him. Though I could barely make out his face, his posture was unmistakeable. His distraught voice only added to. Oh MY GOD. You want to cuckold me with my own son? First you do it with a woman, now with our own son?" I lay there seething, and quietly thinking. 'How could she? I mean, that is incest and all, but then there is that small idea in the back of my head that says this might be interesting. Then again, would Brad ever talk to either of us again after it was brought to his attention?' I ran all the different scenarios through my mind. I even wondered if I could even accept this. I had accepted. As she looked up at me with her bright smile and Happy attitude She said “We have been expecting you” I apologized for my tardiness and presented the housewarming gift I had brought. The next twenty minutes or so was the grand tour this room that room. She was so excited about the house she was not all that shore where everything was at one point she told me “this is a spare room” and opened up a closet the room ended up being the next door in the hall. Any way you can bet I was confused but.