"I have a hunch she might let you." Really?" Ted asked, eagerness in his voice."I'm sure Fawn would let you fuck her," Joan said, her voice firm. "Lis...ten, why don't you go visit her now? You can find out if she will." Aw, I wouldn't know what to do, Mom," he said."Leave that up to Fawn, baby," Joan replied. "You don't have to do anything but get a hard-on. I think she'll do the rest." Really?" he asked again, his eyes glowing, his cock straining at his pants. "You think she'll fuck me, Mom,. S.a. to possibly compliment that being of which is of vice-versa for that being of which I myself had mentioned within that being of a previous, or prior paragraph, & whereas eventually I myself, or that being of the person of my same self am going to have to get out in all of this rather foul, &/or peculiar weather temps for this time of year, &/or brace it so that I can, or could possibly pay that being of a visit to that being of a soup-kitchen, & maybe also a food pantry, & then depending. It’s like a game, like playing head-to-head chicken on the dodgems at the funfair, seeing who will swerve first. I swallow. Hard. She looks away. Yesss! One to me. I decide to quit while I’m ahead. ‘I’m going to take a quick shower,’ I say with an attempt at authority, struggling up from the quicksand of floral cushions. ‘OK, but you smell pretty good to me,’ is her easy reply, followed by: ‘Gimme a shout if you need a hand scrubbing your back…’ tossed casually over her shoulder as I leave the. Rubbing her hand over the bulge she asked, "So where do you want to fuck your son's slut 'Daddy Louis'?"He began to undress as he said, "How about right her on the kitchen table, it's the right height and I'll be able to get plenty of purchase while I accommodate your shameless desires." And that is exactly what he did while Terry Morgan, one of the guests who hadn't gone home, sat in a kitchen chair, carefully pulled Maria onto his lap gently made love to her.Not long after that it was time to.