Merry stared at her daughter that night. Damn. It was inherited. David was just a normal horny kid, but Lisa had the night thing. Probably the other, ...too. She hadn't thought it would be passed down, though Lisa had looked like she could embrace the gift. She had the love of the wilderness, the pleasure of raw sex. But so soon. The sadness in her eyes was so heart wrenching. And she was leering at her mother, even with all that was going on. Christ. Genes will tell.It was too soon for the gift.. It was salty but very tasty, I did not want to lose a single drop.All of that took place about 40 years ago – that is right we are in our mid 50’s now.We both got married and I moved about 300 miles away so our get togethers were greatly reduced. Any time we did get together it was very hard to sneak away for any type of sex. We traded blow jobs every few years and that was the best we could do.Then the unthinkable happened! We were able to work it out so Jay and his wife met me and my wife. Once the Toilet Slave is in the bed he must sensuously move into position allowing either Mother or Daughter to place their burgeoning, bloooming, blossoming, flowering and budding ass hole directly above my Toilet Slave, toilet-hole open mouth. I wait patiently, as it sometimes takes the Mother a few seconds to stretch her rectum and ass hole open. The preternatural Daughter is a bit different in her bowel habits. The ostentatiously cute, bewitching Daughter opens her posterior sphincter. Massaging her sore jaw again, she tells me, "Show my little dicked husband how a Bull fucks a woman. Let's see how much of that cock I can take!" I get on the bed, and slowly put just the head of my cock in her pussy when she says, "Hold on, slow down! Holy fuck that's big. We're going to have to work that in slowly." Her pussy feels tight even on the head of my cock, and try to hide my amazement that his little dick has only opened her pussy up that much. She nods for me to slide some more in,.