‘So, my little pervert of a son likes his mom’s soiled panties does he?’‘Y...yes,’ I stammered. No point in denying the obvious. Red in the ...ace, I began to sob uncontrollably. ‘I’m sorry mom, I’m really sorry.’‘You’re a pathetic little sissyboy. What are you?’‘A s…s…sissyboy mom,’ I stammered through my uncontrollable tears. She slapped my face. ‘Not a sissyboy, you little bastard. A PATHETIC LITTLE SISSYBOY!Still on my knees, I looked up at her towering over me with her hands on her hips. I chewed and drank off some of his tepid beer.“Spect it’s all the spunk she done swallered that popped ‘em out like that.” He gestured with his hands in front of his chest and smiled. “Now she’s got t’go, calf mouf an’ all.”I wondered if Madam Von R-- would take her; doubted it and thought some more. “How come?” I asked.“Missus caught me pokin’ ‘er in the pantry t’other day. Had ‘er up on a shelf, squealing like a shoat,” he said looking proud of himself. “Ain’t sure who popped ‘er cherry,. The sorcerer’s magic coursed through his fleshy wand and surged into Bridget’s body through their connection. Her pussy leaked continuously as she took in the magic while undergoing her rectal massage. Hard dick coated in soft skin rubbed over and over against soft intestinal wall with wonderful friction being generated by both pitcher and catcher.“Yes…oh bloody hell…yes…bugger me,” Bridget babbled. “Butt-fuck me! Slide your fat long cock deep in my guts,” the witch begged.Bridget felt her. Val shuddered and moaned as my hands worked down her cheeks into the space between her thighs and i felt the cotton going from damp to soaking wet. She then pushed head away from her chest and barked at me "lick my cunt, let's see how good you are". Heather by now was sitting up on the pillows her legs open and she was rubbing at the gusset in her black panties. I peeled Val's white shorts off her big round ass to reveal a fantastic shock of ginger pubes around her vulva which was a complete.