“But we'll be here,” I said. “Together.” Mom nodded. “Family's important, Harry. Don't ever forget that.” I knew my son would. I smiled and remembered the dream I had last night. It was Daddy with Great-Grandma Rachel. They were in the field of wildflowers. Grandma Melissa was with them. They all looked young and happy. Grandma and Great-Grandma were making love, something they never had the opportunity to do in life. Daddy watched them. I knew that one day, my mother would join them in the field and so would I. Years from now, hopefully many, I would pass on, but it wouldn't be the end of our fucks family. Harry and my daughter would start their own line. They would continue on our tradition, loving each other. Tears beaded my eyes as joy rushed through me. Immortality wasn't found in great deeds, but in seeing your child growing in your womb and knowing she would grow up and have her own family. On and on and on, a chain stretching from the beginning of wife time to the mom future. I squeezed my son's hand and took my mother's. I was just one link of our incestuous love. I wouldn't have it any other way. The END Faith let out a soft sigh and let her head fall back, her eyes closing as she relaxed atop her padded stool, elbows on the metal rail at the edge of the bartop, a slender glass stem held delicately in one hand, the other clutching the granny strap of her bag. She hadn’t really been sure what to expect when a few friends from work had asked her to come out and join them for drinks, there was quite the age gap after mature all, between her and the teaching assistants who had been so insistent she comes out. Grandma Luckily, this was his last stop, and as he closed the door, headed back to the bus depot, to go home, and deal with his sexual frustrations. Chasni abruptly stood up and spread her legs apart. Sally was grinding her pulsing pussy against Eric’s mouth and Becky was starting to slowly raise and lower her hips to fuck his prick. Denise screamed as she felt pleasure wash over her body. “Here,” Layla said firmly, shuffling herself down Grandma on the couch a little, lowering herself until her lips were at the same level as Gia’s hard cock, her hand reaching out and up between Layla’s thighs, her slick finger moving up between her wife cheeks to press against and into her tight bubbly ass, causing a surprised gasp to fall mom from Gia’s lips. “I thought I was having singing lessons next.” We looked to the barn, having only a moment’s warning before a wave of grabbing arms and tearful eyes swept over us. Something poked Heather's behind. She had a tear running down her cheek after I said this, then found her composure and said, “You are right. We carried on drinking fucks and chatting for a while, until Cherri looked at her phone. "Alex, would you like to make your grandmother cum? I always love your ass! She reached down and plugged it into the power strip next to mine. The idea that a white girl such as herself could be bought and sold as a common slave seemed preposterous granny to her but it seemed that it was a common enough occurrence. However one man in particular was uniquely dressed in designer clothing. “I used to think that, maybe not so much anymore.” She smiled shyly and kissed me soft. It must have been full. Jill was really fuming at this point. I took a pair of soccer shorts and a mature sleeveless Tee-shirt and stepped in the bathroom. She was sorry.