On one, Iwas still squirming in an attempt to escape Tessa’sgrasp. On the other, my muddled mind tried to cope withthe most unbelievably sensuou... feelings of my younglife. I could literally feel my nipples hardening andgrowing in the soft cups of my bikini top.In her push for victory, Tessa was yelling somethingabout me saying “Uncle”. With her behind covering myear, I couldn’t make it out very well. It probablywouldn’t have mattered, as I was fixated on her. Then she stopped and yelled, “Shit honey, I gotta have that big hunk of chocolate cock inside me.” She stood up, hiked her skirt up, put her back to me and proceeded to position her pussy right above my cock. Then she grabbed it and started rubbing the head of my cock against her slit, which was real wet. Next she put the head in her pussy and started to slowly sit on it. I had my hands on her hips underneath her pirate slut skirt and guided her down onto it. She blurted out, “You are so. "What do you mean?" You know, this room," Deana said and gestured at the mess. "Have you ever seen Mom's bed unmade?"He grinned."I don't mean when you were in it with her." You're jealous," he said."Not jealous, but I'd be lying if I said I didn't envy you a little. That kiss with Mom, it was short, but it felt long, and I was shaking when I ran out the backdoor." I can understand that," he said, "and bet she was, too. There isn't anything that compares to kissing you. Maybe you did to her what. It sounded like she was suggesting that she was feeling horny. Then again, perhaps he was over-thinking what she had said.Melissa made coffee and they went into the lounge. Sitting together on the couch Ron could not fail to notice that Melissa’s dress had ridden up and he was getting a birds-eye view of her upper thighs. “Are you looking at me legs?” she asked but made no attempt to cover up. “Well yes” said Ron “and might I say, they are magnificent”. “You really think so?” asked Melissa “I.