One drop landed on the tip of his cock she held. I glanced at the phone and bit my lip. Daddy would be so proud. I hoped Mom would find her way to that wildflower field. He thrust his tongue into my mouth. The continuation of our family tradition. I drew back the dildo, needing just a little bit more stimulation on my clit to melt into rapture. I wanted to make a baby with him so much. I had created this dick inside of me. It’s such a treat.”
“I bet,” Harry said. He pressed forward, my labia spreading and spreading, welcoming my son back into me. Loving her. I wanted my daughter to love him like I’d loved my daddy. He puddled his essence against my cervix. My body trembled on him. I hadn’t been with a man since Daddy passed away sixteen years ago. His green eyes burned with passion as he buried into me. Harry!” squealed my daughter. Couldn’t. He’d never been so forceful with me. “Mom, you are such a slut!” groaned Harry.
