I laid down on the seat and put my head on mom's knee. She was looking at me while I looked up her skirt. Mom didn't have any panties on. Mom your pus...sy is beautiful. Baby, your making me wet. I moved my face under mom's skirt and began to lick her just above her stocking tops. Her legs started to open and close as I got closer to her pussy. Oh Jimmy, hurry and lick me honey before I ruin my skirt. A second later my tongue found moms clit. I began licking her whole slit. It felt like slow. The memory stick with incestuous material on it would have been, and that video the boys made me make with them in our first week would have blown her mind. It was just a video of me taking their spunk over my face, but it was the three of us in the image. There was no doubting that.Monday and Tuesday had passed us by, but not without the tell-tale signs that not all was well.Our evening caresses on the sofa had stopped; neither of us had had sex in the last four days, though I suspected the. They call it a “com-imp.” It’s like having a personal computer that’s wired upto your brain; but it’s a whole lot faster than anything fifty years earlier. The solidstate hard-drive is based on DNA, and most can contain a few thousand terabytes of information. Enough to store every memory of every experience you ever had, though most people fill it with the usual useless trivia, junk, music holovids, and other mundane stuff. As a side-effect though, people’s memories are tied into the com-imp. I can hear Josephine kissing her daughter’s ass as I fuck the nubile teen. I grin, knowing the older redhead would be next.Constance was, if anything, even more amazed than my wife and daughter to see a movie on the big screen.Though she couldn’t keep her delicate hands out of my pants as we watched starships shoot at each other.Soon our lust is more than we can handle. The theater was mostly empty, so I push the brunette to the floor.It’s uncomfortable between the seats, but that doesn’t stop.