There was the unmistakable sound of movement making its way through the thickness of the wood. She thought also she could hear whimpering but it was i...possible to tell. She hesitated for a moment, not certain what to do. Certainly if something were drastically wrong, Monique would scream. She would certainly hear that. Her hand was frozen on the door knob as she waited silently, unable to make up her mind what to do.A long low moan suddenly was discernible from the other side. This convinced. I stopped moving, but did not withdraw. "What happened?" rang in my ear, and I looked around to see a naked Mary and a naked Sarah just as they had sprung from their bed to rush to the aid of their stricken sister. Meanwhile, Helen was still screaming, though not as loud as before.She finally quieted after the fourth or fifth wail, took several breaths of air, and said, "I have never felt something so wonderful as that, before. John, I am not sure what you did to me, but please do it. Then Fiona is gone. Where the liquid fire of her sex had been, my thrusting cock finds only empty space. Somewhere Fiona’s scream pierces the darkness and even before its echo dies, we are all giving voice to an unbearable pleasure that consumes us. When the furor fades, Fiona returns. Her body slick with juice and sweat, her dripping cunt desperately convulsing on my cock, wanting for something that is beyond my power to give. I explode inside her. For an eternal instant we are one. Our bodies. But how fucked up was it that he was dreaming about his virtually naked mother playing with his cock, he thought to himself!?!But all of a sudden he realized he wasn't dreaming at all."Billy?" he heard his mother call."Mom?" he called confused, "What are you doing?" I've waited such a long time for this," she said softly, smiling down at him, "Finally, your father is gone and we have an opportunity." An opportunity for what?" he replied sitting up a little."You're fourteen now," she replied, "I.