The feeling was tighter and different than the ecstasy I had become accustomed to with my regular unprotected penetration of Mother’s well broken-in...cunt. Ted’s grunts of pleasure were tinged with stress, maybe even a little pain as I began to drive my 8 inches of manhood all the way in… While Stella accelerated her pumping of Mother’s pussy, she called out to me to “Fuck her faster, fuck her deeper”, further humiliating her son Ted by repeatedly referring to him in the feminine. Stella. For a moment she looked like a beautiful housewife happily and busily working around in the kitchen. It felt hard to believe that this was the lady who played with my tool some half hour before. I placed the remote on the teapoy and took the juice from her hands. She sat beside me on my right side of sofa and watched me sipping-in the juice. As I finished off the glass and placed it on the teapoy, she brought her hand to my chin and wiped off the juice which leaked out of my mouth. In the. She said, "Barbara (Mrs. Martin) showed me a picture of her and this woman, while she is very nice looking,she doesn't look at all like Mrs. Wilson. Besides, isn't she on vacation now?" I said, "Yeah, she'll be gone for another week. I asked what her name was and she said, "There will be no names Peter. No one will know your name. For all they know you are Robin, Boy Wonder." We talked some more about going to the hotel. She thought it best for us to go to the hotel early. She would go. "Says who?" My dad."Frank outright laughed. "It doesn't work that way, Oliver. He can't control your feelings. You should know that." I don't want to get in trouble, Frank." You won't if you don't tell him... I don't think I like your dad, either." You sound like David, Frank."Frank frowned, unsure if that was supposed to be a compliment. Oliver's brow knitted, as if he'd become aware that he'd said something wrong. "I wanna go to sleep now, Frank." Alright," Frank replied, sitting up long.