I found the side entrance and let myself through the gate. As I rounded the corner of the house to the pool area I called out “G’day Bev. It’s...only me, Alan.” Sure enough there was Bev, reclining in a sun lounge reading and completely naked. She got up and walked over to me. “Alan, come here, how are you? Give me a big kiss,” she said. We hugged and kissed. Bev can kiss exceptionally well I thought as we broke our embrace. And there was something else. I thought she smelled really. ” I bent down and quickly gave Mom a full hungry openmouth kiss, her mouth opened and for an all too brieftime our tongues caressed, communicating a mutual lust.For the next 15 minutes all that could be heard was thelurid sounds of a cock going in and out of a very wetcunt, an incestuous son’s cock in a mother’s incestuouscunt, and the squelching noises of a furious forbiddenunion, the coupling of loins that many mothers and sonsfantasise of but never occurs. “Uhn, unh,. Julie Thompson was 5'14, long blonde hair, sky blue eyes, great body, My Dad, he was Julie's husband was killed in a car crash when I was 2-months-old, He was coming home from a local bowling ally, he was part of a bowling team and the bowling ally was having a bowling league tournament, he and his team had won the tournament, until it started raining, it was raining so hard, dad couldn't see the road, until a big diesel truck was driving on the wrong side of the road and the headlights were on. Grumpily, Grace grumbled. "Reconsider what?" "The breast feeding business!" "And, why - May I ask! - would I want to do that?" "Well..." Greg returned with a yawn, "If you went with bottles, I could pitch in and lend a hand. You know, as in I could alleviate you of having to attend to some or, perhaps all of these two o'clock feedings for you. You know, so you could get a good night's sleep. You know, like every once in awhile." "I mean, as it is now - You know, with you breast feeding like you.