I fucked that delicious tunnel for a few more minutes, loving the feel of her tongue on my tender cock; finally though I pulled backward, freeing my c...ck from her mouth. She looked up at me almost disappointed. . .”Don’t worry sexy…we aren’t done yet.” I said, quickly flipping her over on to her belly once again. My hands grabbed her hips and I pulled her ass up toward my cock. Her tight little asshole was red from the probing I had already done. I slapped her ass hard a couple times on each. ’ 5) By: I secretly watched my mom’s pussy getting ripped by my brother’s hard cock on mom’s birthday. A son’s cock is the best birthday gift a mom could dream of.‘But then, on the dining table, I saw the cake box. It was empty, and the cake was gone. I knew he celebrated with mom without me. I was so angry, but I controlled myself. I still had to find him and see where he put the cake. I went to my parents’ room and took a peek.It was just like my regular routine whenever I wanted to watch my. Dressed in her floral robe, she looked in my room as she went and smiled. I remember that smile. I remember not only the smile, but the expression on her face. Misty’s expression was what said it all. She was ready. My sister was hot and aroused. I also knew that she did not have a stitch on under her robe. I read that much on her face. And I was ready. I could feel the tingle in my cock that made it lengthen.I waited until Misty was in her room. I knew she had not closed the door. "You don't look to me like some rapist and serial killer. In fact, you so beautiful, I should leave you home. All the dudes'll be all over you and ignoring me." I hardly think so," Laura said, unable to keep a thin, ambiguous edge of lust out of her own voice.I'm not a killer, you darling girl, but I've raped a few. She enthusiastically accepted the invitation. It would get her mind off everything. She and Tiffany went together to the Whitney Houston concert, and Laura was in heaven. She was.