She just smiles and shrugs, replying, "No rule against it, so no foul. The win stands. We win, me and my Baby boy." I pull Mom back down into the water, and we hug again, this time though she grinds on my c**k, which of course is rock hard. We both moan quietly. Unlike a son, I lean in and kiss Mom while my sisters look at each other, blaming each other for the loss.
We make our way towards the stairs, but instead of getting out, we just sit and relax on the stairs. The twins start to play-wrestle over the loss, giggling as much as 'fighting.' I look at Mom while they are distracted. I ask Mom, "What has been going on this afternoon between us, Mom? Don't get me wrong, I really enjoyed it, but..."
"Well, Peter, just like you see me and your father in a new light, I see you as the man you
