My shorts became shorter and my bikini's smaller as I pranced around the house, seemingly oblivious to the erections I was causing my father. ... One fateful Friday night mother and I sat dad up for the big kill. I turned down a date and stayed home. I was up in my room getting ready for the big show. Mother came to my room knocked on the door and cracked it open. “Your father is on his second drink and I’m faking a bad cold and going to bed; make him sweat bullets honey!” . When the EMTs pulled his mother’s body from the smoking wreckage, they found the bloody stump of his dick still lodged in what was left of her mouth. The Bay Area reporters had had a great time with that salacious detail, although their facade of public decency made it difficult to report on the incident without resorting to the primmest of euphemisms. But they all took their shots, didn’t they, the bastards. * From across the open grave, Jennifer Taylor watched Daniel climb into the limo with. “We’re not sick Aaron, this is perfectly normal!” Then she ducked back to her work, bringing another moan from the flame-haired girl.Lindsay’s head dropped away from Mal’s pussy and she said softly, “Come in Aaron. Shut the door. Join us. Please?” She stared at him for a moment, her eyes wild. Before he could answer, Lindsay turned her attention back to her bedmate. With a low growl, she buried her face in the sumptuous, chocolate brown pussy hovering above her face.Aaron closed the door and. .need to cool off. Now." He gently, but firmly, grabbed my right bicep and held onto my left hip, forcing me to step in as he leaned forward."Dude I'm ok, I swear." my head was spinning, but not because of heat. Well. At least not Only because of the heat. Or the door."Mmhmm" he sounded like a parent listening to a c***d. A lieing c***d."There's a shower right in there" I pointed at the door immediately to the left when you walk in.I managed to step to the door, unassisted, and opened it.