”“Mom, about last night. You know I am not going to be able to stop thinking about it.”I could not blame him. I loved John with all my heart and... soul, but what we were doing could not in any way be perceived as a mother’s maternal love for her son. It was nothing more than pure lust on my part, and I imagined on his part too.“I know, Honey. I can’t either.” I admitted.“I need to know where this is going. I will not be able to stop wondering when you will come to my room or ask me to join you. I. ..she looked down at me, her eyes were glazed with desire. She began to ride me...her movements were rhythmic in nature. I couldn't help myself, I reached up and took her breasts in my hands...I began to knead and massage the soft flesh. Amanda writhered in pleasure...the moans heard from her lips were intoxicating. Amanda tilted her head back and continued to grind her pussy against me. I began to push my hips up, in order to penetrate my daughter; it's as if I felt myself go even deeper. "Switch?" she asked.I nodded. With a little bit of acrobatics, we maneuvered into the missionary position, and Angie wrapped her arms and legs around me. I began to thrust, slowly, and then built up the pace."I want you to come," Angie whispered in my ear.I pulled back and looked at her, surprised."Come for me," she repeated.I nodded and sped up a little. I soon began to gasp as my orgasm took me. When I'd recovered, I pulled out and collapsed beside her."You didn't orgasm," I said.Angie. "Thank you, Mark. You took us somewhat by surprise," Mary Margaret answered, as both women approached me."This is the music room," Mary Kate informed me. "We often entertain ourselves here." I could see that there was a piano in the room as well as the two harps along with a small stereo system in one corner."What were you singing?" I asked. "I only heard the last two songs." The first was 'An Caitin Ban'. It's a lament for a little white kitten. The second was about a little girl 'a bhios i.