"Are you blind, Nick," my sister called, "can't you find your spoon." No, I can't find it," I said, stirring the spoon within mom's pussy. "It's nowhe...e to be found."I got out from under the table and continued my brunch without a spoon. I made sure mom saw me when I licked my wet fingers. After I finished I went to my room.Seconds later, mom entered my room and locked the door."What the hell do you think you were doing?" mom shouted."What, mom?" I said as she walked toward me, quite. You can imagine what I'm thinking. There was no doubt in my mind that she was about to kill me. I just knew that the only thing she had under her robe was a knife, and she was going to pull it out and stab me. I was really dumbfounded when she didn't. All she did was swat her robe down and playfully say, "Stop."I may have been stunned into inaction, but Fred wasn't. He detected her playful response and decided to be playful himself. "Come on, show us something," he said as grabbed at her. And heard him make a sound that would have been a gasp if it hadn’t come out of his nose.Then his hips began jerking slightly and she adjusted to his rhythm, which quickly grew faster and faster, and suddenly both of his hands were on her head and she began rhythmically squeezing his sack...And a moment later heard him sigh, “Ohhh...” and she tasted salt-sourness as his semen began spurting into her mouth. She became very still then, holding him quietly in her mouth until he was done and then. Your hot cunt will get a chance to enjoy all our cocks.”“And your asshole,” laughed the Black man.“If you want to fuck me and not die, then you better subdue me,” Abigail purred, growing excited at the prospect of sex and violence. Her pussy ached. Her nipples were hard. The three men were gorgeous. Hard cocks jutted at her, full of blood. The salty musk of their precum filled her nose. All three men had a slightly different flavor. Abigail licked her lips; she had a banquet to feast upon.She.