Everybody had fallen asleep including the birthday girl and my other sister who was a year younger than me. It was nearly 1 A.M. and I had woken up mouth dry, must've been from the candy I've eaten or something. I decided to go downstairs to get a drink. Before I can reach the first step of the stairs I hear a loud smack and giggling. I knelt down to the floor wondering what they could've been. I seen my dad spanking my mom with the plastic toy bat used to crack open my little sisters piñata. I had already jacked off prior to sleeping so I wasn't quite in the mood but I figured hell, why not? Let's see where this leads too. My dad began harassing and caressing my mom with the bat poking her breasts and lifting up the dress. I couldn't help but to notice my moms pink panties and beautiful ass then realizing I was actually getting a hard on. Who would've thought I end up seeing my mother in this way. My hands leading down my cock as I begin to stroke it slowly. My mom giggling and. The Indian summer made a brief visit in late September and fall colours made their spectacular appearance in early October - a captivating quilt work of reds, oranges, and bright yellows. Autumn rain arrived bringing cooler temperatures.And Addison caught a cold.She had sniffles. Her runny nose drove her nuts. Two days later, she had a sore throat and she bitched about it. To her, the cold was an affront. It dragged on for a couple more days, aggravating her.What amused me was how she wasn’t angry at anyone. She even named the cold! Bert. Then she had conversations with Bert out loud, telling him how inconsiderate he was, what a pain, and enough already!I was charmed. I laughed. Addison didn’t find it funny.Instead of passing, Addison developed a low grade fever and our assessment changed. She’d caught the flu, not a cold. Her throat still hurt. Her nose still ran. And I medicated her. The syrup gave her four hours of respite but inevitably the symptoms returned. To add to her.
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