"Your my Mum. Why would I mind." I said."Well, let me go get my nighty and another blanket." She said, getting up and going to her bedroom.I flipped t...rough the channels, while she was gone. There was an old movie on. I left it there. She likes the old comedies movies. She came back in, carrying a blanket over her shoulder with her nighty and a pair of knee length, socks in her hand."I plan on staying warm, tonight." She laughed.She put everything on the end of the sofa and got back under the. That happiness was going to be our secret for ever…to which I was more than happy to agree.These sex games with my step mum went on every night until after a few months my father came home for a short holiday.At first he complained about having to put the two beds back together….but I volunteered my help and the moaning soon ended, and he did agree that it was not fair for me to sleep on a sofa in the living room, so he agreed that he was going to get a builder to add another room to the. His fat maggot slowly enlarged and stiffened as he sat back in his seat the girl next to him, his hand between her legs digging away."Mmmmmmm!" Her lips parted her eyes fluttering a little. But he knew the chloroform had a while to last."Com 'on my dear," he said in a homely sort of way. "Let me help you onto my lap."He lifted the woman at her slim waist pulling her over him as he sat. She was limp and unresisting and he easily hitched up her skirt allowing her thighs to straddle him. She was. Besides, your father took your sister along yesterday and he won't want to--"He rubbed against her, his cook getting hard at the merest touch of her beguiling ass. He wanted to slide his shaft between those pear-shaped cheeks and move up and down, maybe prod her hidden asshole a little before lowering the head and pushing it thrillingly into the hot, wet grip of that fantastically beautiful pussy."Don't be a copout, mom; I won't let you. Last night you were all up on the idea of Jean with us,.