Her red shawl fell to the floor.. my heart felt like a speeding train had just hit it.. I could not breathe, for before me, lay a vision to beguile th...e sight. In my life time, I have seen magnificent waterfalls, awe-inspiring architecture, I have even held the setting sun upon my palms over the shores of Bangladesh. Yet nothing which could prepare me for the beguiling, heart stopping sight of my mother’s swollen pussy!She was sleeping (or was she?), breathing softly, her bare bosoms moving. Left me and my girl almost always wanting! especially when you are home only on the weekend at best, or every other weekend at worst!. This time away, would always be spent thinking and fantasizing about what kind of sexual situations or sex play either of us could come up with, that might make our sex lives more interesting, and lovingly enjoyable.I had suggested on several occasions that my wife send the kids off to her mothers for the weekend and that she meet me at the door wearing nothing. ‘Keep bouncing wench – I’m almost there. Fuck me through to the end now – don’t stop. You there, down on yer knees – lick up all my seed, you hear?’ The girl looked up, juices dripping off her chin. ‘Yes, Milordship, I will.’ She resumed her frantic licking, this time her tongue lapped up along the man’s bobbing shaft and into the blonde girl’s wet folds, lingering and dancing wetly on her hard, engorged clitty. With an animal grunt and a slap to the blonde girl’s ample arse, the man thrust. What he does with Tiffany, I don’t care, but Laurel….our own daughter….I envy her, but she makes him all pumped up for our sex nights, so I don’t really mind. Between him and my tennis guy, I’m getting what I want. I’ve always had a hidden desire to have two guys making me happy. Now some day my other desire may get fulfilled…..I would love to be alone with hot Tiffany. I would love to feel her big tits and have us play with our bodies. I’ve never explored my ’bi-curious’ desires and she would.