"It was too late in the day to break camp and move on so we decided to stay one more night and then move on the next day." So what happened then?" he ...asked.I didn't want to say, I never do when it comes to this part."I didn't want to go," I said, "but Jenny said it would be bad manners to refuse, so in the end we joined them." What were they doing?" he asked."They had this big bar-b-q going and they were all drinking," I said."So you joined in?" he said."Yes," I confirmed."There were four. I convinced myself that she felt the same way.She constantly fawned over me and hugged me when we said hello and goodbye. She always referred to me as the only man in her life and would marry me in an instant if I was not her son. She and everyone else say I look exactly like my father. My obsession with her began when I was just a c***d. The sight of her in bra and panties or in the flimsy nightgowns she always wore made me crazy with lust.The day my sister married, I walked into Mom's bedroom. I grab your arms and place them behind your head. You lick your pussy juices from of my lips. We begin to French kiss. You raise up your legs indicating that you're ready for my hard cock. I grab the back of your knees and put them upon my shoulders. I slide my cock into your tight wet pussy you gasp louder with every inch of dick. Like a raging bull I start ramming you Faster! Harder! Deeper! Your moving your waist backwards and forwards as I'm fucking you. You grit your teeth as my long. Onethrust. One. And he was fully inside his daddys asshole. Peter smiled. The boy was discovering his manhood. "Yeah! Fuck me! Fuckme, stud. Fuck me hard!" Kevin held the sides of the hairy butt as he fucked. It felt so intensenow. The asshole tight. The walls warmer, wetter. His balls churned as theyswung. His cock felt eight feet long. He was the man. He was a God. Fuckinga real mans ass. A handsome man. His dad. His own fucking father. Yes, aGod! Peter held up his body as his son slammed.