I would have never agreed to Ghost Stories."Logan gives Deekan a sympathetic glance. Tina smiles and places a handon Deekan's arm.Lexi nods. "I figure...d so I am going to take it easy on you. You caneasily hide or explain away this next forfeit."Deekan perks up. "Seriously?"Lexi nods again. "Sure, all you have to do is start keeping your bodyhair in check. Legs, chest, underarms, and wherever else looks bad. Youcan leave your bikini zone alone."Deekan shrugs, not particularly upset since it could. I fell back on my bed to catch my breath, but my mother, being the lustful fallen angel that she was, straddled me. She took a hold of my throbbing cock, positioned its wet head at the entrance of her wet pussy and slid down on top of me. Without warning, she ground forward and back on top of me, rolling her hips from side to side to drive it all home.The walls of my mother's special pussy clenched me with an iron grip. My hand launched forward and held onto her hips first then her large. We both dozed off into our thoughts and let our bodies recuperate. Bobby was the first to awaken, followed by Marty, then myself and finally Megan. Megan had a tough time recuperating from her ordeal. But after almost an hour, she started acting her old self, except when she found out that everyone had heard her demands, well she got rather red in the face. We bathed ourselves. Bobby got a treat when Megan asked him to join her in the shower. Marty and I cleaned each other in a slow relaxing,. Though times were hard, —life was rich and full. I remember how their house was always filled with cousins, sisters, brothers and just people who loved to hang out at their place.Aunt Bessie presided over it all, holding court; dispensing with advice, presiding over family disputes, acting as a marriage counselor to her many nephews and nieces... and yes, sometimes to outright strangers. Such was the confidence people had in her excellent judgment.She had a deep and abiding love for the younger.