What does that mean?"Melanie nodded. "It's something I only figured out a few days ago... Such a strange event... bizarre... I think I suppressed the ...memory... Dearest, I never had birthday parties when I was a girl. Patty did, I didn't. I used to think it was because of me, but I've come to realize it was my parents. They wanted me to be jealous of Patty. Can you see why?" Well... Oh hell, this sounds so sick! If you didn't like your sister, you'd be more isolated, easier to manipulate." Yes,. I was still somewhat drowsy and not quite awake, nothing like sleeping in the freezing cold to make sure you dont get a good nights rest. It became readily apparent that there was quite a bit more room in the sleeping bag than there had been last night. Where had Mom gone? As I asked the question to myself, the reality of what we had done last name came rushing over me like a tidal wave. Holy shit I thought to myself. I really just fucked my Mom last night. Sure I had fantasized about it, but. She felt stuffed, my cock was so long and thick and pulsing, and I continued churning my fingers slowly in her wet cunt and gently brushing my fingers across the tips of her nipples. Every nerve ending in her body seemed to be alive, with every stroke of my fingers, she felt jolts. she was keenly aware of the connectivity of her body, because it seemed like a continual flood of electrical currents coursed from one nerve to the next with every touch.She liked the feeling of me being in her ass. The next night, I bring up how last night was a little crazy with Ryan in our room. We start talking a little more about the stuff and he says he's gonna jack off in the bathroom. But I see the chance to see his dick again, so I suggest we jack off in each other’s bed. He goes for and we pull out our dicks and start stroking. I take a few glances as his 9” uncut cock. Watching as his intensely strokes it, and stares at its massiveness. We cum within seconds of each other. I give him a smirk and.