“Ohhhh….feels so fucking gooood. I’m almost there. Ohhhh….harder, Paul…tongue me harder….I need to cum fucking bbba…ohm… I’m…I’m...… I’m cummmiiiiinnnggg.” When my orgasm finally subsided and my body started to sink back down on the couch, I glance up towards the living room above us. “It’s alright, honey, the floors, ceilings, and walls are sound proofed. They didn’t hear a thing.” “Oh, Paul, you don’t know how much I needed to cum like that. Ohhhhh…Jesussssss.” As I spoke, Paul had rammed his. They rested for an hour by seeing TV again. They started to kiss. Then my son and my wife went inside the room and locked the door.I saw that scene and uttered what a scene a beautiful 40-year-old big breasted mother and 20 years handsome big dicked son going inside the room and locking the door naked. As the days go on I adjusted that now the man of the house is my son and the woman of the house is my wife.Whenever I leave for a trip I would think my wife no longer needed any protection since. A fifth finger went inside her. All five fingers. She cried out in both ecstasy and pain. “No, please,” she said, but she didn’t really mean it. Not entirely. The finger inside her anus wiggled some more, and then bent at the crook, making her squeal once again. She looked up and saw penetrating blue eyes belonging to the woman who had five fingers inside her sex. She was a complete stranger. Laura saw lust in there, and held her gaze, feeling lust herself. She had always been heterosexual, but. " Give the phone back to you aunt, I want to talk to her." Dad!" Just do it son."I lay the phone on the vanity and closed my eyes, taking two deepbreaths. Just talking to my dad was stressful enough, and we hadn'treally spoken in months."Hello," I say after another moment, easily slipping back into Ellen'sregister. "What is it WIlliam?" I need to see him, Ellen. I don't know what nonsense you're fillinghis head with, but I'm going to come and see you. I'm coming thisweekend, okay. Make sure.