They were driving across a large bridge, into a city she recognized. "It can't be, no way." A single spire dominated the center of the skyline, two id...ntical towers loomed at the end of the city, and further away a huge statue of a lady holding a torch kept watch. "We can't be? Where the hell are we?" "I can't tell you ma'am, but you're fine, and can be home in minutes. All you have to do is ask." The streets of Manhattan were quiet and the drive through central park was pleasant while the limo. I can’t bear this any longer, please.But uncle wasn’t listening to her. He kept on fucking my mom hard. Tears were rolling down her eyes. After 15 minutes of rough fucking, he took a break and took out some rum that he had, and told mom to make him a peg.She did as he said. Then he asked her to dance naked. She was feeling shy but anyhow she started dancing naked. My mother’s big boobs were moving freely. She was looking like a sex goddess.Then uncle gave her a neat peg and asked her to drink. . oh yes, mummy... mmmm..." Then she was shaken back to reality by a hand touching her tits. She opened her eyes to see her mother smiling down at her."I see you have got the hang of it," she giggled, "does it feel good?" Oh fuck yes!" replied Karen, "it feels great. But I want you to do it to me. Please fuck me!"And with that, Karen let go of the vibrator, her mother taking charge. She bent down and kissed her daughter while ramming the vibrator deep inside her pussy. "Yes..." her mother. Once they returned, gleaming kitchen speaking to my domestic prowess, I drew Brenda in for a hug, and inquired, “So, what are your thoughts about my getting a rematch?”She looked at me askance, and asked, “Did you not get enough lovin’ last night, from yon hard bodied teen? She spun a tale of sexual bliss that Penthouse Letters could only wish that they could publish! And, you want more?”I stuttered for a bit, much to the amusement of my audience, before settling on a rejoinder. “I merely worry.