“Amy…Do you blowjob really think Mom might fantasize about fucking me? I mean seriously? After all, I’m her son, and that would be incest. Mom is too conservative to engage in incest.” “Incest!”, Amy laughed, “Are you really worrying about incest......? So, what the hell do you think we were doing my last two years of high school when you ate my pussy, and I sucked your cock practically every night?” I had forgotten all about our incestuous hookups during high school. We were just engaging in oral sex, so I didn't really view it as sex; incestuous or otherwise. Visions of me handjob with my face buried between Amy’s thighs invade my head at that moment and I paused a second to savor the memory. “That’s different, Amy. We never did the big nasty to each other. We just made each other cum like crazy with our oral skills. Besides, President Bill Clinton maintains oral sex clit is not really sex.” Amy had a serious tone to her voice and asked, “Todd, did you ever want to fuck me back then?” Unknown to me at the time, Amy inserted two fingers into her wet pussy and started pussy a slow, methodical in and out motion that caused an immediate chill race through her loins. I hesitated to answer, but Amy could hear my breath quicken, and it cum caused her pulse to race. An orgasm was building as she imagined my cock penetrating her drooling pussy. “Come on…you can be honest with me, Todd.” Amy pleaded. There was a husky, seductive tone in Amy’s voice and I picked up on it. I flashed back to all the times I’d wished I could ram my throbbing cock in my big sister’s pussy after giving her an oral orgasm. I’d always wanted to fuck her but never had the nerve to mention it. Amy interrupted my flashback when she insisted on an answer from me. She asked the question again. Mmm, yes, yes, just lick right there. I knew these sort of orgies would happen. "Where is she?" I say cum I need something to drink. Having both of them inside of her was always overwhelming, this time in the best possible way. She was barefoot and small waves would touch her feet and retreat. David’s wet prick was lying across my cheek. “What?” I said, barely handjob registering the conversation. “Hank, you go sit down, I’ll get everything going.” Jesse heard from the kitchen. I mean, now that clit I know about it, I'm like the pussy only kid who doesn't start laughing when the teacher talks about penises." The stories he is blowjob reading get him stimulated, that’s what he wants.”