’ ‘Pleased to meet you. I’m Lucy Pevensie.’ ‘Charlie Bucket. What’s with the umbrella?’ ‘Oh, just something I got recently. Reminds m...e of my younger days. So are the two of you together?’ Jane asked. ‘Sort of. Me and Lucy just met on this trip but so far it’s been going really well. We’ve been doing everything together and we’ve been having some really good sex.’ Charlie said as Lucy blushed. ‘Very nice. Are you from London, Lucy?’ ‘Yes, I am.’ ‘I used to live in London, but now I live in the. When I started back into the bedroom to resume my chat, Lisa told the to wait, that she had brought Ed home for "both of us to enjoy." I told her I would be back in a moment after I signed off and shut down the computer. This process takes about three or four minutes and by the time I went back into the living room both Lisa and Ed were completely nude and dreamily dancing to some very slow country music coming from the CD player.Ed had a magnificent body except for one thing -- his cock was. If anything this is just a reminiscence that is laced with eroticism and exhibitionism more than explosive sex between parent and offspring.My mother had me when she was in her mid-twenties, which means that by the time I was five or six, she was in her very early thirties. I mention this because I think it was at this time that she began to question the power of her sexuality - her capacity to attract and lure the attention of men. Don't get me wrong. My mother and father were happily married,. My left hand had automatically travelled to her soft, firm, huge breasts and were now frantically squeezing them. She said that she was sleepy and wanted to go to her room. But my dick was really erect by this time and I could not let her go. I kissed her frantically on her lips and this really was effective. She gave in to me. I started to unbutton her top and her bra with all its glory beneath it was completely exposed. She was wearing a red bra. It took me a few seconds to remove her skirt.