Generations 
ffm, fantasy
 

	"That was a really excellent dinner, Mrs.
Romanowski."  Stanley Greene said as he laid his
napkin on the table.  "It's been a real long time
since I ate that good."
	"Well, when you marry my Rachel, you'll
eat that good all the time,"  the fifty-two year old
woman said as she began to clear the table.  "I've
taught her everything I know."
	"Oh Mother,"  Rachel Romanowski said
from the other side of the table.
	"Let me help you with those, Mrs.
Romanowski."  Stanley said as he got up and pick
up two of the dishes.  
	"Nonsense," she said. "You two young
people go in and watch TV or something.  I can
manage here just fine.  And I really wish you'd call
me Ruth, Mrs. Romanowski makes it sound like
either I'm so old, or you're way too young to be
engaged to my daughter."
	"Okay, Ruth." the twenty-six year old said
as he put the dishes back on the table. "And I
definitely have to say, you're not too old.  If I
hadn't met Rachel first, well who knows."  he
kidded.
	"That's it,"  Ruth laughed in return, waving
then out of the kitchen with her hands.  "You two,
out of my kitchen."
	Stanley was trying just to be humorous,
but his joke wasn't that far-fetched.  For a woman
her age, Ruth Romanowski was really quite
attractive. Mrs. Romanowski had been a Nurse for
about twenty-five years, working at Midtown
Hospital.  Her hair was a honey blonde and he was
sure she hadn't gained more than ten pounds in as
many years.
	 He knew from what Rachel had told him,
that her Mother had been a widow for over ten
years.  It was quite surprising, at least to him, that
the woman hadn't remarried in all that time. 
Maybe it was because of a sense of responsibility
to give her daughter all of her attention, he
thought, to make up for her not having her Father
around.  Well once he and Rachel were married,
she would be free to live her own life again.
	This evening was very important to
Stanley, and he wanted everything to go right as
could be.  He and Rachel had been engaged for
two months now, and this was the first time he
had actually met her Mother.  Stanley lived on the
West Coast, just outside of San Diego.  Rachel
had lived here in New York until a year ago when
the company they both worked for transferred her
to California.  As many times as Rachel had
offered to fly her out for a visit, Ruth had refused. 
Her husband had died in the crash of a small plane
over a decade before and she refused to get on
any aircraft since then. 
	Rachel had told him many times that she
really couldn't conceive of get married without
first getting her Mother's approval of the man she
had said yes to.  At first, Stanley had thought this
was a rather old and silly custom.  Then, as he
learned how important Rachel's Mother had been
in her life, and how she had raised her practically
all alone, he began to understand.  As soon as he
could, Stanley made the time for the two of them
to fly east so her Mother could meet him and give
her blessings.

	"Come on, Honey."  Rachel said as the
twenty-three year old took him by the arm.  "In
this kitchen, Mom's word is law.  Let's go see
what's on the TV." 
	As they sat down on the couch and Rachel
began channel surfing, Stanley thought again how
lucky he was to have met Rachel.  She was a
beautiful girl, there was no denying that.  Long
straight blond hair reached all the way down to
her waist, and she had a nice slim figure with
breasts that seemed perfectly proportioned to her
built.  Not that there was exactly a shortage of
beautiful young women in Southern California or
even in the company where he worked.  No,
Rachel had a lot more going for her than just
looks.
	Rachel was a genius, there was so other
word for it.  She was a civil engineer that could
work out problems in her head that people twice
her experience had to work out with calculators
and diagrams.  At first, taking her at face value
based on her age and relative newness to the
company, Stanley had been a little annoyed at her
having been assigned to one of his projects.  The
engineer assigned to his staff had hit a dead end
and Stanley had gone to his boss asking to borrow
someone who might have a fresh perspective. 
Instead of lending him one of the senior engineers,
his boss had sent him this kid right out of college.
	Stanley ate his words as Rachel worked
out a solution to their problem in less than a week. 
A solution that not only put them back on track
but made up for the lost time.  Trying to make
amends for his misjudgment, he had asked her out
to dinner.     
	What started as a simple dinner soon
became a relationship, even after Rachel went on
to other projects.  If was funny, but one of the
things that attracted Stanley to Rachel initially,
was her seeming  reluctance to immediately enter
into a sexual relationship. 
	  Stanley had lost his virginity at seventeen
and was a rather good looking young man.  There
had never been a lack of equally good looking
women willing to share his bed.  In fact, there
were plenty of women just in his office that he
could take out to dinner with the sure knowledge
that they would be making him breakfast the
following day.  But simple sexual satisfaction, as
much fun as it was, wasn't all he was looking for. 
	A few times in that month and a half
before they first went to bed, Stanley worried that
Rachel might have some deep-rooted sexual
problems.  He was afraid that their relationship, as
wonderful as it was developing, might collapse on
this reluctance.
	As it turned out, it was a groundless fear. 
Far from being sexually frigid, Rachel had turned
out to be what Stanley could only describe as
something of a nymphomaniac.  Once she decided
they had an association based on something
stronger than just lust, the floodgates of her
passion burst open.
	Stanley had never experienced anything
like her.  The twenty-two year old combined
sexual enthusiasm and imagination like no woman
he had ever known.  There were days she shocked
even him.  Like the time she came into his office in
the middle of the day, locked the door, and
screwed him right there at his desk.  He'd lost
track of the places, a good many of then public,
where she'd given him head as well.
	Yes, he considered himself a lucky man
indeed.  That was but one of the reasons why this
trip east was so important to him.  If for some
unknown reason, Rachel's Mother decided she
didn't like him, he was sure he would lose her
forever.

	"Is this you?"  Stanley said as he got up
from the couch and picked up a large framed 11 x
14 photograph from the mantle.
	The picture was of a half dozen men and
women dressed up as if they were part of the
Road Company of Hair.  The picture looked
pretty old, but the pretty blond in the center
appeared to be a younger Rachel.
	"That, believe it or not,"  she said as she
joined him at the mantle.  "Is the woman who just
cooked you dinner."
	"You're kidding."  Stanley said in surprise.
	"Nope, that photograph was taken in
Central Park in 1967."  she explained.  "My
Mother was a real live hippie.  Flower power, free
love and all."
	"That's incredible."  Stanley said. 
	 He had read about the flower power
movement back in the 60's, but never imagined he
would ever meet someone who had really been
part of it.  It was astonishing to think that the
middle aged Nurse he'd just met had been the
young girl in the tie die shirt and beads.
	"You see the guy at the end, the one with
the brown beard?"  Rachel asked.
	Stanley followed the line to the tall,
shaggy haired man in sandals.  He wore what
Stanley thought were called granny glasses and
looked like it had been at least a week since his
last bath.
	"That's my Dad."  Rachel smiled.
	Stanley looked again at the two people in
the group picture, then looked up at another
photo showing a six year old Rachel and her
parents.  He looked hard at the clean shaven
young man and his wife.  Using  a little
imagination, he could see they were the same
persons.
	"It just goes to show, you never know
about people." Stanley thought as he returned
with Rachel to the couch. 
	
	After a few more minutes of channel
hopping, Rachel settled on a movie showing on
one of the premium stations.  It was a love story
of course, he knew she couldn't pass one of them.
More so it there was an element of danger in the
relationship.
	They watched the film, interrupted every
one and a while by the sounds from the kitchen as
Mrs. Romanowski cleaned up.  
	The movie soon came to the inevitable
love scene, and this being cable, it was quite
graphic.  Stanley could feel Rachel pressing up
against him as the onscreen lovers got both naked
and busy.  After a few minutes of watching them
make love, Rachel leaned closer to Stanley and
asked.
	"Do you think she has nicer tits than I do?
she whispered.
	Stanley smiled.  Rachel was always doing
that, comparing herself to other women and
asking his opinion.  She also delighted with using
terms like tits instead of breasts, at least when
they were alone.  Stanley had heard the questions
often enough to always have a ready answer.
	"Her tits are bigger,"  he said.  "But yours
are nicer."
	"So you wouldn't rather fuck her than me?' 
Rachel then asked.
	"If we were back at the hotel right now,
I'd be happy to show you."  he responded.
	"I'm not sure I believe you."  Rachel
laughed as she put her hand between his legs and
right on his hard cock. "Liar!" she said in mock
anger.
	"Would you believe that's because of
having you so close next to me?" he lied, knowing
full well that it was the result of the onscreen
lovers.  He was, after all, only human."
	"Because of me huh,"  Rachel said.  "Then
I guess I get to do what I want with it."
	
	Before Stanley realized what she was
doing, Rachel had undid his pants and pulled out
his hard cock.  It stood almost straight up its full
seven-inch length for a moment, before
disappearing into her mouth.
	"What the hell do you think you are
doing?"  Stanley wanted to yell, then caught
himself when he remembered where they were.
	He couldn't believe what his fiancee was
doing.  It was one thing to blow him on the flight
here yesterday, something she had done under a
blanket when just about everyone else on the
Redeye flight was asleep.  It was beyond belief
that she would do it with her Mother just a room
away.
	"Are the two of you all right in there?" 
Ruth called out from the kitchen.
	"We're fine."  Stanley called out,
suppressing the urge to groan as Rachel deep
throated him once more.
	Stanley knew that there was no reasoning
with Rachel when she got like this.  His only hope
was that he came quickly and before Ruth came
out of the kitchen.  It wasn't an unrealistic hope,
Rachel was a really skilled cocksucker, and he was
making no effort to hold back. He could already
feel his orgasm building deep in his balls.  It was
only a matter of a little time.

	"Oh my!"  Stanley heard the feminine
voice blurt out from a few feet in from of them.
	He looked up and saw Ruth Romanowski
standing next to the television, holding a tray with
tea and cakes.  His skin turned pale as she looked
right at the image of her daughter sucking his
cock.  An action she hadn't yet stopped, despite
the fact that there was no way she could not now
be unaware of her Mother's presence.	
	"I had thought you might like a little
snack."  Ruth said as she put the tray down.  "But
I see you already have one, Rachel."
	Stanley couldn't believe she was being so
calm, or that she was making a joke about it.  His
own Mother would be having a heart attack at this
point.
	"Not so little, Mother."  Rachel said as she
finally let his cock slip out of her mouth and
looked up.
	"No, not so little at all."  Ruth agreed as
she got her first good look at Stanley's still erect
cock.
	"I can't believe this,"  Stanley said to
himself.  "The two of them are discussing my cock
like walking in on your daughter sucking off her
boyfriend was something that happened every
day."
	
	"Would you like to try it, Mother?" 
Stanley heard Rachel say, sure he had to have
heard wrong.
	"Hmmm,"  Ruth Romanowski pondered. 
"If you're sure it wouldn't cause a problem."
	"It won't be a problem,"  Rachel said as
she turned and looked at her lover.  "Would it,
Stanley?"
	Not able to believe what he'd heard so far,
Stanley couldn't accept that she was now asking
him his opinion.  The reality was that she had no
plan to wait for his or anyone else's opinion. 
Rachel turned her gaze back to her mother, and
still holding the base of her fiancee's cock, offered
it to her.

	If Stanley had been shocked when Rachel
took him in her mouth, he was overwhelmed when
she guided his cock into her Mother's.
	"Oh God!"  Stanley gasped as Ruth
immediately went to work on him, her tongue and
lips proving not only the equal of her daughter's,
but their superior. 	
	On the edge as he was from Rachel's
attentions, just the erotic aspects of Ruth's going
down on him was enough to send him over the
edge.  He shot his load into his future Mother in
Law's mouth, enjoying a truly memorable orgasm.

	As was his habit, Stanley had closed his
eyes when he felt his climax overtake him. He had
experienced some really incredible sexual
adventures since meeting Rachel, but this had to
top them all.  Nothing was going to ever surpass
this he thought.  Stanley was about to quickly
learn how wrong a belief that was.  He was also
wrong when he thought this particular adventure
was over.  

	"Rachel, I ..."  he started to say as he
opened his eyes a minute after he felt Ruth let go
of his cock.  
	He didn't get any further as a now topless 
Rachel dropped into his lap and shoved her
breasts in his face.  She shook her body,
massaging his face with her mounds.  
	"Suck me." she ordered him as she pressed
one of her nipples against his lips.
	Almost involuntarily he obeyed her
command, opening his mouth and sliding his
tongue across her pink stubs.  He sucked on her
flesh without thinking, his mind more on the sight
he saw when he looked beyond his lover.
	Standing a few feet behind Rachel, her
Mother was in the process of stripping.  Already
she was down to her panties and underwear.
	"Do you love me?"  Rachel asked as she
pulled her breast from his mouth.  "Do you love
me more than anything else in the world?"
	"Of course I do?"  Stanley answered
without having to even think about it, because he
knew with absolute certainty that it was true.
	"And you'll do anything for me?"  Rachel
asked as she pressed her breasts against his chest
and stroked his face.
	"Anything you want."  he replied, although
with the slightest of hesitations this time.  Stanley
wondered what he was getting himself into.
	"Then I want you to prove to my Mother
that you are the best lover that I've ever had." 
Rachel said as she pressed her lips against his for a
brief moment.  "I want you to show her that you
are all that I'm ever going to want or need in my
life.  That you are the one that I'm going to be
faithful to."
	"This is crazy."  Stanley thought as he
tried to understand the situation.  He thought
about it for a moment more as Rachel continued
to kiss and caress his body.  
	He suddenly thought he understood. 
Rachel was a nympho, and doubtlessly her Mother
knew it as well.  Mrs. Romanowski was worried
that her daughter would never be able to be
sexually satisfied by just one man.  To prove her
wrong, Rachel wanted her to see just how
satisfied she was with Stanley.  
	"Omigod!" Stanley suddenly exclaimed as
he realized his conclusion was only half-right.
	Rachel didn't want Stanley just to show
her what a good lover he was, she wanted him to
"show her."  Show as in demonstrate personally. 
Rachel wanted him to make love to her Mother.
	"Am I understanding you?"  Stanley asked
as he looked into Rachel's blue eyes.  "You want
me to..."  on the chance that he had vastly misread
the situation somehow, he couldn't bring himself
to even say the words.
	"I want you to fuck my Mother."  Rachel
whispered in his ear, leaving no room for doubt in
what she was saying.  "I want you to fuck her the
same way you fuck me, so that she'll never have
any doubt that I can be true to you.  Will you do
that for me?"
	Stanley's first reaction was that this was
insane.  His second was that he was nuts to even
consider the idea, and that Rachel was probably
just as nuts to suggest it.  His third reaction, once
it all sunk in, was that this was probably every
guy’s most perverse secret fantasy.  And his wife
to be wanted him to do it.
	Stanley looked again beyond Rachel to her
Mother standing there.  She had stopped at her
undergarments, but he could see that his original
assessment in the kitchen was right on the money. 
Ruth was still an attractive woman, and in good
shape for her age as well.  The choice would've
been a lot harder if she had been old, ugly and fat.
	"If you really want me to do this, Honey."
he said as he turned back to Rachel.  "Then of
course I will."
	   
	No sooner had those words left his mouth,
than Ruth quickly left the room.  A cold chill
suddenly filled Stanley as he wondered if maybe
this had all been some kind of strange test and by
saying he would go along with it, he had already
failed.
	"What's going on?"  he asked nervously.
	"It's okay."  Rachel said reassuringly. 
"Unlike me, Mom's not about to do it on a couch. 
Not when there's a bed available."
	Stanley was relieved when she said that. 
But before he followed Ruth, there was something
he had to ask Rachel.
	"Sugar, I have to ask,"  he said.  "How the
hell did you ever come up with an idea like this?  I
mean you've come up with some pretty strange
notions in the time I've known you, but even you
have to admit, this is pretty far out there.  I still
can't believe your Mother is going along with
this."
	"Going along with this?"  Rachel laughed. 
"Sweetness, this is her idea."
	"What?"  Stanley said in disbelief.
	"That's right."  she went on.  "It seems
before I was born, and not that long after her wild
hippie days, my Mother and Father did a tour in
the Peace Corps as well."
	"Wait a second," Stanley interrupted.  "I
thought you had to have a degree or something to
join the Peace Corps."
	"Don't let that picture on the wall fool
you,"  Rachel explained.  "My Dad had a degree in
Engineering before he let his hair grow, and my
Mom has two of them, Nursing just happens to be
what she loves most.  You don't think these brains
of mine that you love so much were a fluke, do
you?"
	Properly chastised, Stanley kept his mouth
shut and let Rachel finish her explanation.
	"Well it seems that they wound up
stationed on this island in the South Pacific.  Dad
to help build a hospital and Mom to help improve
the general health.  Anyway, it seems the people
on this island had some pretty strange customs. 
One of the more interesting ones was the practice
of a prospective groom having to first spend a
night with his prospective Mother in Law.  The
theory was that she would insure that her
daughter's wedding night would be a memorable
one."
	Stanley had heard of a lot of strange
customs, but that had to take the cake.  Calling to
mind what some of those Mother in Laws must
have looked like, he had to shudder.
	"I'm sure you find this all fascinating,"
Rachel concluded.  "But Mother is waiting." 
	With that, she sent her lover off to have
carnal knowledge of her Mother. 


	'Ruth ... ?"  Stanley said hesitantly as he
stood at the door to her bedroom.
	It took a moment for his eyes to adjust to
the light inside.  The room was bathed in the glow
of a dozen scented candles, scattered about the
room.  Evidently Ruth had given the situation
some thought beforehand.  He wondered how
long she and Rachel had been planning this.  It
was obvious to him now that the whole situation
with the blowjob had been a setup.  Something to
get him going and be more receptive to the idea of
having sex with Ruth.  Not that he was about to
complain.
	"Ruth ... ?"  he repeated as he stepped into
the room.  Suddenly he felt very nervous. 	 
	"I'm right here, Stanley."  he heard her say.
	As he passed the large dresser that had
been blocking his view, Stanley saw Ruth
stretched out naked on her bed.  In the soft
candlelight, she looked younger than her fifty-two
years.  Now without her bra and panties, he could
see that her breasts were about the same size as
Rachel's, but just hung a little lower.  The effects
of age and motherhood he guessed.  He also took
note that her honey blond hair didn't extend to the
thick bush between her leg.  That was a mixture of
dirty blond, white and gray.
	The young man had read somewhere that
before you married a woman, you should take a
good look at her mother.  The reason being that
your wife was probably going to look like that in
thirty years.  Well if Rachel was going to look like
Ruth did right now, Stanley was sure he wasn't
going to have any complaints.  
	Stanley moved to the side of the bed and
sat down next to Ruth.  For the life of him, he
couldn't think of a thing to say.  Luckily, talk
wasn't exactly what the older woman had in mind.
	Ruth sat up and started to unbutton his
shirt.  Warm as the night had been, he hadn't worn
an undershirt beneath it.  As Ruth got to the last
button, she reached up and ran her fingers across
the dark hair of his chest.  Stanley was no
bodybuilder, but he still had a nice form.
	After helping him off with his shirt, Ruth
undid his belt and then his pants.  Soon, all that he
had left were his underpants.  She ran her hand
behind his head and drew him closer.  Their lips
met, and she gave him a kiss that little resembled
that a man would normally expect from a woman
old enough to be his mother.
	Then, just as abruptly, she broke off the
kiss and moved back onto the bed.  Stanley
looked at her propped up against the headboard
and realized everything so far had been to set him
at ease.  From this point he was on his own.
	
	Taking up the challenge, he pulled down
his shorts and dropped them on the floor.  Even in
the dim light, Ruth could see that his cock was
already semi-hard again.  Stanley took his cock in
hand and stroked it a few times, completing his
erection.  Then he climbed onto the bed with
Ruth.         
	Pushing aside the knowledge that this was
the mother of the woman he loved, Stanley kissed
her with all the passion he could muster.  Ruth
returned his kiss with equal warmth, and drove
her tongue deep into his mouth.  
	Stanley pressed his body against hers as
they kissed again and again.  Their lips and
tongues locked as he rubbed his stiff cock against
her bushy mound.  He continued to kiss her,
working his way down to her neck and then
moving on to her breasts.  Like her daughter,
Ruth had very sensitive nipples and it only took
the barest caress of his tongue to make them hard.  
	Ruth's areola were much darker than
Rachel's, but pretty much the same in size and
shape.  He guided the closest one into his mouth,
working the same magic on them that Rachel
loved so much.  After all, the object here was to
show Ruth how happy he was able to make her
daughter.
	Ruth seemed to agree as well as she
uttered a soft moan of appreciation for his efforts. 
Stanley quickly worked his mouth to her other
breast as well, using his fingers on the mound he
had just vacated.      
	As he devoted most of his attention to
Ruth's breasts, Stanley continued to rub his cock
against her mound as well.  It was good that he
had so recently come, because that meant it would
take more than that to get him going again.  
	He took both breasts in hand, pressing his
face between them.  Everywhere he could, the
young man kissed, licked and caressed the naked
flesh.  The difference in their ages no longer
seemed to matter.  He was a man in his prime, and
regardless of anything else, she was a desirable
woman.   
	Stanley kissed his way across her stomach,
down across her waist until he came to her lightly
colored patch. He ran his fingers gently across it,
pressing his index finger inward until it parted her
entranceway and slid inside her.  It seemed surreal
to him that one day, long ago, Rachel had come
from there.  But as quick as that thought appeared
in his mind, it vanished just as quickly.  He was no
longer thinking of Ruth as a mother, only a lover.
	He planted a kiss right in the center of her
womanhood, tickling the pink flesh with his
tongue.  He pressed first one, then two and finally
a third finger inside her, sliding them in and out. 
They continued to massage her valley of love,
even as his probing tongue joined them. 
	Stanley had always loved licking a
woman's pussy, having learned very early on it
was one of the best ways to satisfy them.  He'd
never practiced his art on a woman of Ruth's age
before, but quickly came to realize in just a few
minutes that age matters very little.  Her reactions
were the same as a woman half her years.    
	With unbridled enthusiasm, Stanley drove
his tongue and fingers again and again to Ruth's
most sensitive spots.  He could feel her body
spasming as each successive wave of rapture
washed over her body.  If she was like any of the
other women he had known, he knew she was
ready for the main course.

	Stanley rolled Ruth over onto her stomach
and pushed a pillow under her.  She realized that
he wanted to enter her doggy style and lifted her
ass high into the air.  Just because Rachel loved it
when he fucked her this way, Stanley had no
reason to think Ruth would to.  Then again, he
had no reason to think she wouldn't.
	His cock was as ready as it was ever going
to be, totally recharged from his previous climax. 
Using one hand to spread her legs as far open as
he could, Stanley took hold of his cock with the
other and guided it to the now wet entrance of her
pussy.  He rubbed the head of his cock up and
down the length of her sex, covering the tip of his
manhood with her natural lubricants.  Still holding
it tightly, he eased his cock past her outer walls.
	A loud moan from between the pillows
Ruth was resting on acknowledged his entry.  The
young man was greatly surprised by both how
tight the older woman still was, as well as how
wet.  There were two more old myths shot to hell
he mused.
	Feeling how easy the full length of his
seven inches filled her, Stanley wasted no time in
starting up a rhythm.  With both hands on her ass,
he began fucking her with long powerful strides. 
Each ensuing thrust was more potent than the last
as he put more of his energy behind it.  It wasn't
long before his whole body was swaying in synch
with Ruth's, driving both of them head long into
an orgasm.  
	Stanley had closed his eyes as he pumped
away, but he could still hear Ruth's quiet moans
over the noise of the old bed.  Evidently that was
another little way she differed from her daughter. 
Rachel was quite vocal when they fucked, both
expressive and loud.
	"Oh yeah,"  Stanley said softly as not to
break the moan, he could feel the familiar chain
reaction starting deep within himself. "Oh baby."
	He hadn't expected an answer, but he got
one.  And not from the source he expected.
	"Oh yeah lover,"  the well-acquainted
voice said from behind him.  "Fuck her, fuck her
so hard that she comes for a week.  Show her how
good you take care of me."
	To Stanley's surprise, Rachel had followed
them into the bedroom.  The prospect of watching
her lover and Mother proved too tempting for her
to ignore.  She was now totally nude as well and
had climbed onto the bed behind him.  She pressed
her body against his, her breasts deep against his
back.  Her pussy pressed against his ass as she
held on to him and mimicked his thrusts, adding
her weight to his own.  
	From the sound of her quick breaths, he
realized she was masturbating herself at the same
time.  Well-versed in that pattern as well, Stanley 
knew she was as close to orgasm as he was.  The
only unknown in it all was Ruth.  All he could
hope was that she wouldn't miss out on it all.
	He needn't have worried as the older
woman's body began to trash beneath him,
gripping his cock in a wet, clasping vise.  Rachel
followed suit moments later, grabbing his body
and muttering obscenities.       
	Stanley was, in fact, the last to orgasm as
he finally exploded, sending bursts of white honey
spraying into Ruth.  His own body quaked as well,
draining all of his energy into those jetting juices.
	Totally spent, Stanley rolled onto an
empty spot on the bed.  He lay there for a few
seconds regaining his strength, until a sudden
sensation drew his attention.  He opened his eyes 
and looked down to see both mother and daughter
licking his cock clean.  
	When they were done, he was surprised to
see the two of them share a kiss as well.  It was
not a kiss one expected to see between two
generations.  Stanley thought he should be
shocked by what he was watching, but after all
that had happened to him tonight, he didn't think
he would ever be shocked by anything ever again. 
The young man was certain of one thing though. 
He was definitely marrying into one interesting
family.