I shivered. He was panting and the sight of his tongue sent shivers down my spine. I admonished myself for what I was thinking. “You really are a do...gy slut” I told myself “calm down Stella” and I sipped my coffee trying not to show my base desires.I went into the kitchen and put the coffee mugs on the bench. Walking back into the lounge room I saw Greg again trying to cover up. “You really do like watching Randle please a woman don’t you?” I said to him “how many have you brought back here?”. I had to help my dominating son claim all the women of the family.And Zoey was the last one. The hardest. The least submissive. The most dismissive. She still saw Clint as a boy. A Squirt.“What is this about, Mom?” She tensed again, hands folded before her.I fought a yawn as I leaned back. The robe wasn’t belted tightly. It parted, and I caught her eyes glancing at my half-exposed breasts. They were large and pillowy, just a little bigger than Zoey’s. She shifted. So she was bisexual or. This had to be the best sex I ever had and that was saying something. By then, his cock was rock hard again and he placed it in my pussy, getting it wet and slick before presenting it to my puckered hole. It slid in easily. The first time I had a cock up my ass since Mr. Thompson.Soon Johnny was fucking away, increasing the tempo as he did. Damn, I had forgotten how good being fucked anally felt. I was literally screaming for him to fuck me and he did not disappoint.I was half crazed with lust. He was supposed to touch her breasts on the outside of her clothing the first time. What they got on tape sounded like that too, but it hadn't been that way. Her very realistic sounding moans had been the result of him sliding his fingertips under her shirt ... up her sides, with a feather touch that should have tickled, but didn't.He'd kept kissing her ... short, soft kisses, performed right next to the microphone, as she held her script to one side and tried as hard as she could to focus on.