"No dear, mostly women do things to avoid it. But it's still evil between a mother and son." I shook my head and said "I don't see why something that ...feels that good should be bad between us, Mom. Besides, how can I make that feeling go away if I don't rub you?"That stopped her for a second, until she looked like she realized what I meant. "Uh, you mean you don't know how to uh, mastrubate? You know, jack off?" She was watching me, blushing, and when she saw that I didn't have any idea what she. ” The tears come immediately, but the boy doesn’t get to mourn for his loss. His father, with a simple hand on the boy’s shoulder, pushes Robert to his knees.Instantaneously Robert is doing everything the man asks of him. He tastes his father’s cock. He slurps the man’s balls. And he even takes it up his ass.The boy grunts and half screams as his father’s prick pushes in and opens him up. Not but a foot away on the bed, right in front of him, is his dead mother. But regardless of what has. Their hips can't have been more than 32 or 33 inches, but their buttocks were tight and rounded, their thighs nicely fleshed but slim enough for there to be daylight visible between their legs at the top.Their panties were extremely brief, cut high at the sides, and were clearly very wet around the front. They were soaked through! Without a word, Tanya and I looked at each other and stepped closer to the girls. Taking a twin each, we unhooked their bras and slid the shoulder straps down. The. "Well, don't look at me, guys," she said giggling nervously as she examined the table and the pieces of ropes Greg was affixing to the corners."Don't worry, Mom," Greg said as he ran his hands lightly over her tits. "We wouldn't put you on the table unless you wanted it." "I certainly don't, but I think I know somebody who would," Anna said as she squinted her eyes together and thought of Marie bucking and heaving upstairs. "You think you boys could finish that thing in a few minutes?" Greg.