No sooner than she did that, that she puked into the open end of the funnel, flooding my mouth with her putrid vomit.She gasped for a moment, then wen...t "Urp!" and puked again.The smell of vomit in the air, and the taste in my mouth, made me want to vomit, but she was holding the funnel firmly in my mouth forcing my jaw open.She knelt there in front of the toilet (me) for about five minutes before standing, rinsing the funnel off in the sink, and returning to bed.Well, I had become so accustomed. ’ ‘So, you two are enjoying one another’s company, are you?’ I asked coyly. ‘Yes, we are,’ he nodded and grinned again. Then his smile faded. ‘Please don’t tell Mom and Pop.’ I put my finger to my mouth. ‘My lips are sealed.’ ‘But I’m so happy for you!’ I exclaimed, grabbing him and giving him a squeeze. ‘Thanks, Grandma,’ he said. I knew those two words represented a lot of unspoken ones about my support of him over the years. ‘No problem,’ I returned. * * * * * * * * * The following summer,. “You should just relax around her, John,” Imelda chuckled when we were having a quiet morning coffee together.“She keeps treating me as if we’re still in a relationship,” I replied. “We never were, not really.”“The reason is over there,” Imelda pointed out Helena who was swimming in our pool.“Yes, she’s my daughter. But, the ... genetics side of things was handled by Morgana,” I stated.“Which means she has no good memories of your ... coupling, just a daughter. And she wants those memories. Now she forced herself back against me as I grabbed a handful of hair with both hands and pulled her to upright and grabbed her tits and ran my thumbs over her areola.“come for me Greta” I commanded. “I wanna feel you come girl”“then push me back down and arch my back I am so going to spend all over your balls.”I did as told and pushed her back to all fours. I planted a foot on the floor and locked my fingers under her chin and pulled her head up arching her back. I stuck in deep and stayed.