I skipped parties, football games and special weekend events at college just to rush home and feel your tongue in me. I also loved sucking your cock and tasting your cum in my mouth. I became so addicted to the taste of your cum, I would lay in bed at night craving the taste. It was almost like my lifeblood. I felt I needed it to survive. Don’t misunderstand me, Todd. I love my husband, Jason. I really do, but his cum doesn’t taste anywhere near as good as your thick creamy cum.” "Amy, I think we need to change the subject, or I might find myself on the way to your house to have one of our oral sex sessions topped off with a little anal sex. And if I do get the nerve to come to your house, I can’t guarantee it wouldn’t end in an old fashion fuck-fest between brother and sister. You're married now, and I don’t think Jason would appreciate me fucking your brains out.” Amy's fingers were working overtime on her pussy, and she could feel her orgasm building to a crescendo. She could tell it was going to be a big one. Maybe the biggest one ever. She gasped and said, “Todd, I have to go. Let me know how it goes with you and Mom.” Amy quickly hung-up the phone, and I was left with the dull sound of a dial tone. My mind flooded with confusion and indecision. My erection waned, and my urgency to climax disappeared. I kind of wished I hadn’t called her. Now I was lusting for my Mom and my homemade sister. Mom and Dad were starting to experiment with roleplaying to put a little spice into their marriage, but I wasn’t aware of their games. I kind of stumbled in on them and didn’t really understand their sex games. Several incidents happened over the next few weeks, and each time Amy convinced me it was an invitation from Mom for me to make my move. One weekend Mom dressed as a Hooter’s waitress and served Dad beer and refreshments while he watched all the televised professional and college games. Mom has breasts to rival any of the real Hooter’s girls. The Hooter’s outfit seemed to work because Dad eagerly fucked her during half-time and at each commercial break. Dad never knew I walked in while they played, but Mom couples did and only blushed and smiled at me. When I told Amy about the incidence, she said it was further proof Mom wanted me sexually. That encouraged me to double my efforts to seduce Mom. I walked in on them another time while Mom was playing the role of a hand job sexy French maid. She was dressed in a very short skirt with no panties, and her bra was apparently non-existent. I appeared suddenly without notice one evening just as Mom straddled Dad’s cock and was rubbing her bare tits in his face. They had both assumed I was out partying with friends. Dad never knew of my presence, and the suddenness of erotic it all surprised Mom so that all she was able to manage was body a blush and a shy smile. That desi blushing smile from my mother only fed my suspicions that she did indeed want to fuck me. I slipped away to my room and masturbated three or four times before falling asleep. Mom and Dad continued with the Roleplaying as if there had been no intrusion. Dad was oblivious to it all. He was too busy sucking Mom’s tits and trying to keep up with the ballgames. I thought all fathers loved their children, no matter what." He and his personal lawyer were then directed to take the two nearest seats to the Senior’s desk. “Richard... and you...” he said slowly, “did the hand job rest.” What I couldn't tell erotic them was seeing her couples in a bikini was no big body deal for me, she had her looks and attitude about nudity from her Scandinavian decent and most of the time when we didn't have guests she'd be nude or topless and encouraged my stepsister, Dad and I to have the same attitude about nudity. "I watched her get her spanking, I want her to watch mine, I won't be embarrassed." Finally I couldn’t hold it any longer. Amy held up the device she had used. His hand reached up and stroked her neck and clavicle, before slipping the shackle around her neck. I told the shop to go ahead and do the repairs. “ Next time, just finish desi the job, ” I groaned, putting my head in my hands, “ then at least I can die, and this nightmare of stupidity will be over. I’d had an interesting and tiring evening. His eyes homemade widened just a little as he cleared his throat and slowly started walking forward, his eyes never leaving Nicole. “You cow.” Aunt Lucilla smirked back. She strips them off and throws them over to the side. Flood her mouth.” Tammy was only the second woman he had been with.