She didn't have much hope for us anymore. It was back to the streets. "I don't know mom." I was dejected too. "Let Craig fuck you some more but deny...him your asshole. Let him enter your rectum but don't let him fuck you there." That night when the door knob turned, the door just swung open. My mother got fucked again - brutally. She was slapped, bitten, scratched and spit upon. When I saw her I couldn't believe a sane looking young man could get so vicious. It was the night after that. He came up to her as he had that afternoon and spooned in. Emma sighed; Mark pressed his cock down between his legs, as he made contact with her ass he let go, it sprang up to be met by her closed thighs, she felt his cock right off, there was no where for it to hide.She snuggled back at him, his prick now secure shoved between her creamy toned thighs. She turned her face to him and he kissed her cheek, he slid his arm around her and cupped her heavy breast."Ooooh Mark, what are you..." was all. The trailers began and Chris didn’t say a word to her as commercial after commercial came on screen. Amaya tried to lose herself in the flashy movie ads but it was impossible. Her clitoris was too sensitive and every shift of her thighs made her want to masturbate. The tightness of her shirt seemed to pull at her nipples even the smell of Chris’s cologne seemed to kiss her lips. All she could think about was sex and Chris was ignoring her.Only when the movie began did Chris make a move. He put. They both sighed in a mixture of relief and pleasure, then Wilson began to stroke. “Oh yes daddy,” she hissed, “Fuck me harder. You know you want to split me in half!”Wilson complied, immediately falling into a fast, rhythmic pace. Devin matched him stroke for stroke, as both of their bodies performed an African dance, sweat beginning to form on them as they fucked. Wilson was in ecstasy: here he was, with his daughter, fucking her like she was some common slut he’d fucked in college. He.