Knowing John Winchester had a hand in Bill Harvelles death gave her something new to hold onto, the right weapon to wield in the direction of the man ...hose tug and pull in her thoughts was starting to scare her. She couldnt get her hands on John Winchester, couldnt take him to task for the years she spent with a grieving and sour mother, for the empty place her father had left in her, but after the truth came out hurting any Winchester would do. A few stolen moments in Philadelphia couldnt make. Normally I don't like to eat my own cum but my orgasm had been ruined. I had cum but I was still hard and horny. I dove in and licked her pussy once again. Creamy white cum and there was a lot of it. After a bit she pushed me away and got up. She wanted a Pepsi and a cigarette. I told her that I still needed to cum. She told me that I had cum and that she was too sore and went down to the living room.I stood there for a moment with my hard penis jutting out. I grabbed a thick towel, folded it. She gave my rump a squeeze as she kissed at my shoulder, her lips so wet.I shuddered at the feel of her body pressing against my back. She was such a loving mother; my brother's submissive sex slave. Once, she was Dad's sex slave, but with his passing, Clint stepped up as the man of the house in every way.I shivered as Mom's fingers slid between my butt-cheeks. She caressed up and down my crack, brushing my sphincter. I whimpered at the delight of her touch. It made such a tingly delight surge. While I was getting undressed, he too had shed his clothes. He stood there, a beautiful Black Adonis, all young and strong and ready. His cock was already standing straight out, hard and ready. Was he ever without an erection? Sally reached out, took it in her hand, and pulled back the foreskin so I could see the large head.“Look what Mistress Sally has for Josephine” she taunted me. “Eddie is going to fuck Josephine and cum in her ass-pussy, just like he did the last time. Do you.