"You two have a good time." Dad said as mom and I headed out the door.Mom let me drive her car, just like in a real date. As we drove to the movies on... the outskirts of town I couldn't help but glance at my mother's fabulous legs and imagined, as I often did, what it would be like to have them wrapped around me. What would it be like to be my father and have that pussy to fuck every night?"What are you thinking about?" Mom said with a smile."Me, oh-uh, nothing much." I answered."You have to be. ..ah yes... what is the size of your dick, in inches?" He seemed kind of taken aback, but he recovered quickly."Seven inches, and one and a quarter inch thick." He said, "now its your turn, truth or dare?" Truth." I say. "How big is your dick?" He asks."8 and a half inches by two inches thick." I reply.His mouth dropped open in surprise. I caught him taking a glance at my croch. "You wanna see --" But before I could finish he had already answered. "Yea I do."I slowly stood up, Bending over. . completely faithful to Mary Anne,” Jim Bob Current declared without any righteous pomposity such as he might usually attach to such claims.“And she to you, oddly enough, but that won’t last anymore,” Gavin interjected now, “also, Oliver’s wife is what you rustics refer to colloquially as the ‘town tramp,’ not that I judge. She’s very promiscuous already, due to apparent nymphomania, or as some call it, hypersexuality. We spirits dislike that term, as it implies excess rather than a healthy. And I'd seen her body-well, under a tee shirt and shorts, but I had an idea about her muscles. But I wasn't prepared for how she looked powering her way through the water. She was doing the backstroke, and she moved faster than I ever could've imagined. I'd seen swimming at the Olympics, of course, but seeing on TV didn't come close. Watching her backstroke through the water was like watching a motorboat-except this motorboat was powered by sheer muscle. It was riveting.I shouldn't have come..