Her legs were wide open and the view was just amazing. I put her right leg on my shoulder and her left around my waist. The touch of her skin was amaz...ng and my every touch was sending jolts down her spine and making Shweta aunty moan like crazy. I took my dick and placed it at the entrance and pushed only the head inside and played with her clit. She puffed and told me to fuck her. And she tried putting it inside and I just pulled it away.I repeated the same thing once more and then finally I. . and my great, great grandfather... and my...But of course it was never really as simple as that. You don't decide to fuck your mother because your cock is bigger than your father's.Oh, I could blame Mr. Parker, Mr. Graham fucking Parker with his smooth talk and his oily manner. With his fat prick. What an asshole he was! But I made him pay.Or I could blame mom for letting the bastard, her boss, fuck her. I could blame her for making dad a cuckold, for making yours truly the son of a. ."She said to Norman.Norman flushed ... and then went bright-red when he heard the two girlsgiggle.Olga jabbed him hard and he answered with a whisper, "My ... my name isNorma."Wendy, who wore a wide-skirted frock of yellow silk, grinned saying,"Welcome Norma, or is it Norman? What do you think Sally ... is thisreally a girl?" Only one way to find out," laughed Sally, "lift up your skirts, let'ssee what you have under there!"Olga smiled ... and backed out of the door."Come on," the two girls. " Well, I'm sure you'll have fun, whatever you do," Jon said. His mother's enjoyment of trying new and exciting things still surprised him a little although he should have had plenty of time to get used to it by now. Last night -- God, that recently? -- Pete had admitted he never had been much of one to travel and mostly liked to stay around home, and that was the absolute truth, and even more so in the last years before the family fell apart. Karin had always chafed under that -- it was no.