All the same, there were several insecure kilometres on Phil's journey home from work where the windows of his battery-driven car had to stay sealed w...hatever the weather and it was essential to keep his tracking devices set on. Most of his commute was along a secure stretch of carriage-way. Few terrorists could trespass onto the tarmac beyond the electric fences and deep ditches that protected it. The road from the Warwick Business Park to the A46 was similarly protected but not at the expense. And, just like he had anticipated, it was stretched even more wide open.Dad was sure mom did not leave the house, and nobody had come over either. It had to be someone at home. With a heavy heart, dad confirmed his wife’s lover was his very own son.I was fucking my mom, in her ass, for the third time that day, when we saw the familiar figure of my dad, right in front of us. I was shocked and stunned, and my mother was out of breath, as dad looked at us furiously.It was a lazy Sunday, and the. It really didn't matter to us at the time. Lynette saw the two of us many times now, and once more wouldn't bother us.I was wrong.I heard a familiar chuckle, and recognized Camille's voice. Again, I tried to say something, but Kristen seemed to realize this and ground her crotch tighter against my face."You'd think the honeymoon would be over," Camille said, apparently to Lynette."Oh, they fuck like rabbits all the time," Lynette said."Technically, that's not fucking," Camille observed."Be that. Some of these involved dancing, which I never learned to do. However, other males present were quick to offer their hand and other things to her and satisfy her love for dancing with the opposite sex. I noticed that she often liked to wear a very short black dress with no bra (see my profile page for the implications of that) and as time progressed, I couldn't help but notice that she was leaving off wearing panties too. On one particular night she was dancing with a really good looking hunk.