“Ahh… Son, are you crazy? I told you we can’t have sex anymore. Pull your dick out of me and get off of me. Ahh…” Mom yelled.“Ahhh… Stop...it, get off of me now, NO, son, stop it! Ahh… Ahh…” Mom demandedShe tries to push me off of her but I kept her down firmly on the bed and increased speed on my strokes on her pussy. Mom couldn’t resist me any longer and finally gave in to her pleasure and started moaning out sounds of enjoyment. “Ahhh… I can’t take it anymore. I really want you so bad. Fuck me. First one more, then a second, and finally he couldn't keep track of how many dogs were in the pack in his dreams. This caused him to wake up almost every morning with a raging hard- on, which he had to embarrassingly take care of with his hands.Finally, the long awaited day arrived. As soon as he got up that morning, he started preparing his place for his incoming guests. Made sure the horses were groomed, cleaned the pool, and most importantly had Curly groomed.He was getting worried again. B: Ek baar hi karne ka irada hai toh bhul jao.I: Are bhabhi ek baar dogi toh fir bina diye rah nahi paogi.B: Jab time ayega tab dekhenge. Jitna bol rahe ho utna dum bhi hai ya bas mere pati ki tarah ho?I: Kyu Bhabhi, apke pati apki chut nahi marte hain kya?B: Jada nahi, tum unki baat karna band karoge ya nahi.I: Bhabhi aap milo toh sahi, sirf baat hi nahi hogi.B: Kya kya karne ka irada hai?I: Sabkuch Bhabhi.B: Sabkuch kya?I: Chut chatna, doodh pina, gaand marna, fir chut ke seva karna.B: Tumhe. Belle, you want me to go away forever?" His breath warm and sweet made me want to cry, and I begged this time for Him to stay.He bound me up. While tied to his bed, he inflicted pain, he slapped me, my breasts, my pussy, my ass. Over and over using the pain as a counterpoint to the pleasure he gave me, bringing me close to orgasm with his mouth then stopping to slap my cunt again. At first the pain seemed wrong to me. Why should sex with someone I love hurt? But the hurting made the pleasure so.