I pulled her head back without a word, and back onto my cock, where her mouth moved up and down immediately, and eagerly. She sucked hard a little lon...er, then pulled back, looking up at me with a hesitant expression. ‘Oh, sir,’ she stopped for a moment, knowing I wouldn’t mind as long as it was sexy. ‘I wanted to ask, I was wondering today, since you call me slut, sometimes bitch, cocksucker, airhead, all these things… why don’t you call me your whore?’ I took her chin in one hand, stroking. She fished a joint from an ash tray on the little table next to her and lit it, inhaling deeply and breathing out with a relaxed sigh. She looked over and patted the chez-lounge next to her. "How are you, dear?"Charlie, sweat running down his back in rivulets, sheepishly approached and sat next to her. He could see every inch, wet and shiny, on display. Finally meeting her eyes, she met his stare with a knowing smile."Uhh... hi." Do you want to take a dip?" Jo asked, nodding toward the pool.. My wife’s one breast was completely open, may be my child was drinking milk and slept. Usually, she keeps shawl to cover her breasts, but it may be moved away since the child could have changed the sleeping position.I thought I will wake him up, I pulled up the nighty, then I noticed his forehead was exactly in the hole, usually my wife doesn’t wear underwear in the night, and removes bra since she has to feed my 3rd kid.I was little worried but not too much since I heard of incest sex many. I could see her head going up and down, I could see her left hand moving up and down. I wondered about what is happening. Suddenly she got up and stood on her knees, her legs wide and pulled her sari and underskirt revealing her genitalia. She came down slowly and sat on top of him. I could see her face tighten and her eyes closing. She had gripped his dick with her right hand before sitting on his top and I was again wondering what they were doing. I could not understand why she was sitting on.