I was in bed with my son, my underwear on the floor beside us, the rest of my clothing downstairs on the living room floor. A half-empty bottle of Cha...donnay on the bedside table alongside two empty glasses; an empty bottle on the coffee table downstairs, the remains of the four joints we'd smoked, the strip monopoly game where I'd removed everything but my panties in front on my son."Oh, Jesus. Oh, Jesus, oh Jesus, oh Jesus," he cried repeatedly as my body rebelled, as my mind started to shut. ”“Do it, Bro! I want that beautiful cock in me, making me cum. I want your seed deep in me. I need you to be a part of me, if only for a brief period. I love you just as much, no matter what we’ve done.”He started to slowly push against her, his cock-head seeking out the hot, wet tunnel that awaited. If they could read each other’s mind, read the deep, almost subconscious part, they would find similar thoughts. They knew this was the final piece. What had gone before was the lead-up. A part. My brother is a good person. He's trying to make it with a wife and three kids on a single paycheck so that the kids will all have a full-time mother.I called him and told him I'd bring my car right over if he could give me a ride back, and that he could keep it until further notice. I knew that he was trying to get past the next paycheck without a big hit for car repairs first.He agreed immediately, thankful that I didn't grill him on his priorities again. He could increase his paycheck by. Warm hands kneaded my bare ass, then parted my legs. Somehow I managed a whimper when his hard fingers stroked my pussy. “Christ, you’re wet!” Two fingers pushed into my vagina and swirled around inside. “And tight. Alex always said you had a really hot pussy.” “And a hot, hot mouth,” Alex said in a strained voice. He pumped faster into my eager mouth, and I thrilled as I slid my lips up and down his length. The sound of a zipper behind me and a long hard cock slammed inside me. All I could do.