With that in mind, I took Tuesday morning off. I even got my tiny folding wheel chair from from under the bed. The Gatehouse was designed and built wi...h maximum wheelchair accessibility. The single two inch pipe in the doorway entrance had a flexible ramp built over it. It required some effort to cross, but it was minimal.Even the moveable cube cabinetry was there for a reason. I could cook standing, or move a couple of cubes and cook seated. I had kept everything moveable for a reason and was. For a devout southern Baptist, my father was certainly absurdly tolerant of a lot of blatant infidelity, not to mention plenty of space jocks all coveting thy neighbors' handmaiden, and so forth.Anyway, dad never did a thing about it, and really as a direct result of this, none of us kids had much if any respect for the wimp. I don't know if he was sterile and unable to get an erection for medical reasons or if he got his private jollies slurping down someone else's cream pie leftovers. They. " she whispered, "push it all the way in, just for a second, it feels incredible."I pushed her all the way down on the table, took my hands and ran them along her arms, down to her wrists and slowly entered her all the way. We merged our bodies into one. My dick throbbed and her pussy quivered as we finally felt each other as sibling lovers for the first time. Laying spread across the table we fucked each other in silence almost without even moving. It is hard to say how much time passed. . “We have to get my mom here,” Rick says.Teo lifts his head. “Yeah, vato.”Pleasure spiked into Ulrich’s mind as he unloaded his cum into his mother’s pussy. It felt incredible to finally erupt into her. To fill her pussy with his jizz. As the ecstasy burst through his mind, he was so glad the new God, the amazing Henry, enlightened the world to the true roll of their mother.“Yes, yes, yes!” his mother gasped as her pussy writhed about his dick. “I’m ... I’m becoming a slut.”“Uh-huh,” he grunted.