"Louise?" I respond, instantly in panic mode. "Where are you? Where's Rebekah? Is she safe?" She's fine. I just needed to speak to you."It's been seve... months since she left and, eight since I last slept with her before finding her in bed with Bradley. Why the fuck is she calling me out of the blue after literally disappearing on me without a word? The timing is suspicious. She didn't leave because she was pregnant again?"Are you okay?" I ask, unable to find the courage to ask that question. Time to kiss.Carol felt what she assumed were her son's imaginary lips. They didn't feel like lips, though. They applied steady pressure, and his lips didn't move on hers. She tried to move her lips a little to give him an idea of how his lips should react to hers, but nothing changed. The pressure wasn't too hard or too soft, just pressure, not like a kiss at all. She'd received better mother/son kisses than the one... Suddenly it dawned on her that perhaps David didn't know how to kiss. He'd. That’s when I turned around and shoved his dick back into my mouth and spit on his dick and told him to stick his fat cock in my asshole. He looked at me and smiled, and flipped me over on my back. He then slowly began to stick the head in my asshole, and I started to whimper. The pain of his dick entering my asshole was unbearable. He asked me if he should use a condom a few seconds later and I looked at him and told him, hell no. I wanted to be raw dogged by my dad and I wanted to feel every. I waited until I heard her up in the shower Saturday morning, she was the first one up. I watched her as she walked into the kitchen. She looked toward the sofa where I was, so, my morning wood was hard and I had slid it out of my boxers. I acted a asleep but could feel her eyes on me. I wondered what she was thinking. I rolled over onto my back and saw her dart away. I kept watching and a few minutes later she was looking around the corner. I took that minute to move enough pushing my cock.