There was silence. She was looking down at herself. She looked into my eyes. “Why?” she said again. There was more silence. “Because in all h...nesty, Melissa… I find you a very, very sexy woman.” She stood up. “Can you leave my room?” she said. I stood up and left, apologizing. Ten minutes later, she walked in. Wearing a nice top, not too low cut, it had short sleeves. It was one of those where the sleeves rode high up on the arms. I loved those because they are to me an arousing turn-on.. The pleasure burst from the most sensitive part of my futa-cock. My ovaries drank in the surge of pleasure. Contracted.Erupted.My girl-cum surged up my cock. White jizz fired out and splattered her face. I painted her once haughty and dominating features. I transformed her into my slut. My futa-dick erupted over and over, the pleasure slamming into my mind.“Oh, fuck, yes!” I moaned, my asshole writhing around my mother’s probing tongue.She swirled it around in my butthole. She stimulated me. "You have to stay quiet, you hear."But the dog was lost in lust. He could feel his balls emptying, something that he hadn't been able to do in months.Becky relished in the warm sensation of his cum filling her belly. She touched her stomach, and she could have sworn that she could actually feel it bloat with his jism. Reaching further back to her pussylips, she felt around for any sign of seepage.She was amazed to discover that Comet was plugging her cunt perfectly. There was no sign of his cum. I suppose that is why they thought that it was fun, because it degraded me so.I didn't want to dwell on that though. I tried to force it out of my mind. It wasn't hard to do. That was a future humiliation. I was more concerned at present with the humiliations that they had planned for today.I took a shower and dried off. I brushed my teeth and hair. In the bedroom I looked at the dress I was to wear today. It was very short. But that wasn't the real problem. They had selected the dress with the.