“What?” I said, barely registering the conversation. Oh, the way Lucy’s knuckles pressed into my anal flesh…. “That’s right,” Lucy grinned at me, “Our son wants to fuck our daughter. You raised him just… perfectly.” “For you.” I said, though we both know it was a lie. I was getting desperate, dangling at the end of her fist, “Please!” I begged, gasping the words, “I have done all that you have asked!” “But I want more,” Lucy growled, turning me to face her, “You should know by now, Becky, that I always want MORE!” And she pulled her fist out of me, turning me inside-out once more. I screamed in abject agony and euphoria, but my master did not give me a chance to enjoy it. My hands were shackled together behind my back, and my ankles were shackled to Daniel’s, my feet standing atop his, my calves pressed to his shins. I teetered for a moment, then fell backward, the backs of my knees overlapping his kneecaps, and I landed in the only spot I could. My son pierced me, his cock driving my budded anus back inside me, burrowing fiercely into my sinful depths. My chest shot forward, my breasts jiggling forth atop my heaving diaphragm, my lungs giving air to a primal scream. Daniel moaned behind me, taken by the tightness of his penetration. I loved to hear him moan. I tightened my anal muscles around him, trying to milk my baby-boy with my tight filth, savoring every bump and vein that pulsed against my thin, nerve-swathed sheath. I turned over my shoulder to look at him, my expression wrought with gratitude. “I’m just a filthy whore, Daniel.” I said hoarsely, “I can be your filthy whore if you want.” “Mom…” Daniel groaned, unable to stop himself from grabbing my supple cheeks, and spreading to see how deep he was in my ass. “No shame.” I breathed, spreading both our legs, “I’m a sick, masochistic slut, and you’re a degenerate. It’s just what you are.” “What he is, is a fucking pussy.” Lucy laughed in front of me, taking me by the thighs, “But I guess that should be expected, not having a father and all.” She grinned over my shoulder at my -at our - son, “Fortunately, I’m of the belief that it’s never too late for family.” I thought she’d take my empty womanhood, but she didn’t. No, she pressed her tip to the base of Daniel’s shaft, and allowed me a single second with which I could come to the horrible realization. “Master, wait, I… oh… uh… ah… AAAAAAH!” My head flung back, my hair whipping in arc, my eyes staring blankly at the ceiling. Lucy’s tip dilated my already-stretched sphincter, turning the circle into a tortuous oval so that she could stuff herself inside me beside my son. I mouthed soundlessly, my hands turned to claws, my entire body rigid in pure, perfect agony. Lucy bit her lip as she forced the last of herself inside, elevating me momentarily between their shafts, before my rim couldn’t hold taut any longer, and gave out, causing me to slide slowly and agonizingly down, taking every inch of both. Daniel gasped behind me, his fingers digging intensely into my succulent flank, his legs quivering beneath mine. “Oh fuck, Mom.” He groaned, “You’re so tight like this!” “Your mother’s always been a tight little slut.” Lucy said breathily, her red bosom heaving in its leather bodice. She dropped her chin, her cruel golden eyes shadowed by her brow. I loved that look; it meant worse was coming. “Come on, Danny-boy, let your old man teach you a few things.” She laid her hands nurses atop Daniels, grabbed my ass with his fingers, lifted me japanese to the crease of their joined members, then dropped me. I was impaled and stretched beyond my limit, wracked with searing balls licking shocks of pain, and taken with the ecstasy of it. “They left their husbands and became lesbians because of what I did.” “Monu, she is Taneesha. A white blouse, tied under her breasts left her midriff bare but hiked up her already perky breasts, the powder blue of her bikini top clearly visible beneath it – she kept her white ankle socks on and grabbed her walking shoes , they were going to have to do some climbing. Focus on me.” Donna whispered to me. There Aurelia stood, slipping off her white toga. The pleasure rushed through my body. She reached around with her lubricated hand and began to stroke his cock, with long, sure strokes that nurses matched the pressure of his hips against the table. Sometime later I was startled awake by Eileen and Audra grabbing my arms. “Wait… Really!?” He looked at all the sperm that was splattered across the sink and the vanity countertop--and especially took note of the long string of sperm that had run down the otherwise-shiny bathroom mirror--and he knew he had to clean up his "mess" as best as he could, and get the hell out of there fast. japanese Not knowing any better, Katie had used an entire bottle of Jamaican Rum her mother had brought back from balls licking a cruise to make the drinks. His cum is slowly dripping down her ass he nods approvingly as she wiggles feeling it as well. We talked randomly about the holiday and the weather while I answered the questions.