He pushed the finger all the way on her ass and heard her moan. He loved her tight ass as much as her sexy cunt. He fucked her ass for a while then ad...ed one more finger. He asked her "Do you like that baby? What do you want?" She answered "Give me more. Fuck my ass harder. Fuck my ass like you do so well. Make me stretch. Make me moan. Do it for me." He smiled and added another finger. He gave he a few deep fucks then added the fourth finger and he felt how tight her ass was and how it was. There you often beat your meat, since you had no luck getting laid. Since your graduation from high school (C's get degrees!) your mom had become a far more common fantasy. Nut you supposed that your isolated living on the farm led to this. There were no pretty girls next door. There were no houses next door. Only acres, fields, brooks, hills and forests as far as the eye could see.But your uncle James, his wife Miranda, and their twins Rex and Rachel would soon be here. Human company! You. She likes the attention, but it can get a little much. Pat and her hatched a plan to see if Ozzy has changed his mind about them having interracial babies. Here's their plan:Pat sent Ozzy over to our house just after 11:00, he just walked in, which was normal for us four, we never knocked at each others door. Ozzy figured I just stepped out and would be home shortly. My wife on purpose just finished having a shower, noticed Ozzy's car pull up and park in our long country driveway. He came in. His father’s genes were inside of him, and maybe for an instant he understood his father’s deepest fears. But they weren’t his fears or anyone else’s. He was able to make that distinction. He had no allegiances to anyone. He simply lived with his kind-hearted mother. Her comfort, as she wiped away tears with his handkerchief, became the issue of the moment, and yet he couldn’t pull away from what he thought. He looked at his mother in tears and then again thought deeply, as his father must have.