Bud and I still produced more and more dramatic orgasms, and Mom was able to enjoy every one of them with us. We experimented with other fucking posit...ons, but we kept going back to our original modified Missionary Position. We just never could find another position that was as satisfactory in all of its aspects. Bud's penis had grown a little longer and a little thicker as we fucked more. My vagina had stretched a little more, and the combination was the gateway to heaven.Bud was now long. She burned for it. And I wanted to give it to her.“Amber!” I hissed, my hips hammering my cock into her cunt. “My little slut! Take it!”“Yes!” she squealed in orgasmic delight.My cock erupted. My cum flooded her pussy. Blast after blast of my jizz spurted into her depths. The hot cum flooded her. It splashed through her body. My entire body shuddered. Rapture bathed my mind as I spurted over and over into her depths.I filled her with futa-jizz.My fingernails scratched at my desk. I breathed in. It was a wonderful moment.He asked me how it was feeling and if I wanted him to start.I said yes – I am ready now. The pain had just about gone and I could not believe how big he felt inside me. It was a strange feeling – I could feel his penis deep inside me and my vagina was stretched tightly around it.Then he began to move his cock inside me and everything suddenly began to feel so good, I was quite wet inside me or it felt wet. I said something about how wet I was and mommy said you have. That's all I was doing," he said."No it wasn't Simon. At that first stop you said, 'I just covered my cost plus some. You bought that shit and resold it. That makes you a trafficker. Now let me tell you this. I don't for a minute believe that was white liquor. The volume was too low for that size envelope." I was waiting for him to come clean. "So what was in the bag?" What is the policy about pot," Simon asked."Pretty much the same as white liquor. We leave that shit to somebody else. So you.