It would have to be one of her children, or maybe better still, her sole granddaughter. She had the little girl brought to her on her fifth birthday a...d began to train her. She trained the girl to enjoy pain and suffering in others. The girl was taught how to give pain and feed from it. She was trained to be the next queen to rule and conquer all the lands of this world with a fist of terror. Then she would go to find the mythical gated mountain temples at the northern tip of the world. Find. I let it slide to the floor androlled my head with pleasure, shaking my hair out overmy bare back. Yes, that felt much better.About this point my nipples were getting stiff, and Istarted to idly play with them. My moistening pussy wasitching now, too – not a physical itch but a burning,aching need that demanded attention. I leaned back torest against foliage that hadn’t been there a fewmoments before, and began to finger myself. As I wiggled one and then two digits in my pussy,. She grunted and sighed through her nose as his tongue touched her soft undercarriage and slid along her musky wet slit. She gave a satisfied sigh and adjusted her weight on her knees, before sliding her hands down his shirt to his curls of pubic hair.She licked her lips and stroked her hands on his glistening cock, as his tongue swept over her clitoris. Her loud mews and cries carried in his room, and she squeezed her ankles against his ears. Her hands gently pumped his cock as his tongue. I prayed she did not come in, for my cock was still at full mast and protruding proudly from my jeans. After only a few seconds I heard her continue on her way down the hall to her room. There was no way I was going to sleep tonight so I waited about an hour and quietly sneaked down the hall to my mother's bedroom. Her door was left slightly ajar and as quietly as I could i pushed my way inside. I could make out my mother's sleeping form, slightly covered from the waist down by the comforter.