It was all a bit mind boggling.I was drinking a beer when I heard a key twist in the door lock and my sister came in. Behind her was her friend, Marty... Brewer.If I had been the kind of person who was surprised easily I would have spit my beer out and probably choked to death. Marty was absolutely gorgeous. As near as I could guess she stood about five-two or three; her hair was brownish blonde cut rather short and her eyes were emerald green. She, was at a minimum, a C cup and around a. She raised her mouth from over my dickand slapped it hard.Smack!"You disgusting pig!" mother said."That's what I need, slap that dick again," I said."Heathen!" mother replied.Smack!Smack!"Ahhh yea, slap that hard dick mom."Smack!Smack!Smack!"Look at that huge cock!" my mother yelled."Oh, so it's okay to call it a cock now?" I chided.Mother said through gritted teeth, "It's too fat to be called a thing. Look at that filthy man-sizedpiece of meat; it's a nasty cock, that's what it is." Ah fuck. She walks into the bedroom and to fond me not ready. She stood there and in a firm voice. I told you to be ready soon. What do you have to say about this? I am sorry, I am almost ready. I just want to look good for you. Now get over her as she started to seat on my bed. I have to punish you for not being ready. Yes, mistress. I know what was coming. Now turn around and bend over. How much longer was it going to take you to get ready? Ten more minutes mistress I said. Well then it will be ten. ” The taste of mom’s pussy was in my mouth as I talked to my father, her husband. I glanced quickly at the face of my phone. I had been home a little more than two hours.“No! Our departure is delayed. We’re stuck on a taxiway. Did ... did you ... uh ... do what we discussed?”It was weird. My father was asking me if I shaved my mother’s pussy. I heard her moan and looked down at her. She had two fingers in her pussy. She was propped up on the pillows. Her legs spread, her eyes closed. I could.