She felt the increasing speed of his strokes, and whispered "You're close, aren't you Daddy. Oh come on, shoot in me, fill me up. I'm there again too,...ohhhhh yes."He was fucking frantically now, her firm butt cheeks pressing on his abdomen with each full stroke. The pressure caused his cock to sting with his nearing explosion. He pushed at her clitty harder, and dimly heard her squealing with delight. He was grunting "Hrr, hrr, hrr" as he pistoned faster and faster. He could feel pressure. But was acting like a child. Mom was acting like hesitated to fuck her own son.Dad: What is it, honey? Come on let’s start.Po: Nothing, just he is our son.Dad: When it comes to a bet all is fair in love and war.Mom removed all her dress and was standing naked in front of me and dad. I was controlling my dick by thinking about something else. Dad had hard on after seeing momPo: Son, remove your dress.I got up and I removed my dress standing naked and my dick was limp. Dad laughed and said, “Come. ." said Pamela. "Hurry..."Chepe brought out a bong from his closet and a large bag of green matter. He packed the bud into the bowl and lit it. He slipped the mouthpiece between her lips and she toked deeply and held it, staring fascinated into the deep red eyes that were now so close to her own."That's goooood, Pamela," José breathed as she exhaled, "Very good. Take another toke, Pamela. You're doing a great job."With Chepe's guidance, Pamela continued to smoke his stash. It was. We okay?” I asked.To my relief, he nodded. A trace of his old grin resurfaced and he gestured at me with the camera. “I think some of the pictures I got might not really work for Instagram though. Just a thought.”I laughed and grabbed the torn remnant of my shirt, meaning to use it to clean my face until Matt told me to wait. He raised the camera and focused on me, zooming in to my sticky, messy face. I grinned, I pouted, I leaned towards the lens and regarded it like a lover. I scooped a.