This transformation filled Luis with a profound sense of accomplishment.
After all, he had been the first love for both mother and daughter. What man wouldn't feel proud of that?
Luis stopped caressing her thigh. With one hand on the wheel, he held his mother-in-law's delicate hand, his excitement palpable as he laughed, "Mom, I was really hoping you'd come back to rest last night."
"Thinking about that wicked business again? I'm telling you, don't even dream of it. Not only would your aunt refuse, but I won't allow it either."
Ruth shot him a glare, her cheeks flushed. She couldn't help but recall that tumultuous night when she and her sister had both been fucked by this wicked son-in-law in the same bed.
It felt like a dream, something almost unbelievable, filled with a particularly shameful and embarrassing intensity. Yet, Ruth had to admit the experience had been incredibly thrilling.
