“Communications open a channel to Mars station departure control.”“Aye Sir, channel open.”“Independent vessel Seward’s Folly to Mars stati...on control requesting permission for launch and outbound vector.”There was no delay. This whole theater was set up the day before. “Mars station departure control to Seward’s Folly permission granted. Vector Bravo One approved. Fair winds and full sails Seward’s Folly.”I had a bit of a thrill when that came in. And my reply. “Copy Mars Departure, vector Bravo. Since my dad does not talk much I started the conversation just to know my tenant better about his whereabouts. His family, how was college and general stuff. He also asked me about studies and what were my interests, movies and general stuff. I told him I was preparing for some entrance exams and also told him about the tuitions that I go for them. He asked about the exam and the course material he said he was very good with maths, I answered that I was pathetic in maths and I needed help. Oh, I'll try to, but I'm afraid that years from now in themiddle of the night I'll still wake with a start as I rememberall of that flesh and flab. Shimmying and flapping aroundlike palm tree in a hurricane. I was in too much pain tobecome aroused and of course she wasn't being stimulatedso she just fucked me until she was too exhausted to fuck meany more. Finally she flopped forward sweating and pantingand lay on top of me with her "dick" rammed deep insideme. Crushed beneath her I could. Minutes which looks like two drops of water at times.To my surprise, I do not disbanded.Our position, the situation was that my mother was there, taken from behind by her son who still bandaged like a bull in it.The situation, if one can call it that, was surreal, the Son, his cock erect under extreme stuffed in his Mother, on the edge of ejaculation, the Mother pressing against his Son, pressing his body against hers.At first she did not move, his hand was removed from my back to seize the.