Running her outstretched fingers across her lips, she could taste both the sweetness of his lips and the tangy taste of his impending climax.Keeping t...e image of his hard young body in her mind, the 35 year old ran her fingers down across her throat and further downward until they brushed across the thin material of the pajama tops which covered her mounds.A soft sigh escaped her lips as her index finger caressed her nipple, already in a semi-aroused state, sending a pleasing tingle across her. Seriously, Ashlee and you too Macy, I want you both to promise me that whatever happens, whatever little annoying issue crops up that drives you mad with irrational rage or anything else you guys won't let yourselves hate each other. I mean it, promise me." Don't worry, Rhonda," Macy said from the backseat. She'd always called her friends parents by their first names even though only Rhonda had ever actually insisted on it, "I promise we won't kill each other." Thank you, Macy. I appreciate. With a jolt she realised that the pictures were hundreds of photos of women being raped and tortured! She stared, fascinated by the scenes displayed before her. There was a woman, hanging by her ankles from a ceiling, her legs wide apart and a huge pepper-pot, the sort you saw in Italian restaurants, sticking out of her vagina. She recognised one the half-wit brothers standing by her while she sucked on his penis! The same woman, a statuesque redhead, was in other pictures showing her being. "I know. I....I want to suck it now. Please, Walter. Mommy wants to suck your cock so bad." Walter stopped humping, pausing to smile knowingly down at his mom. Then he slid his throbbing prick out of her pussy and rose from the bed. He stood up, his cock pulsing as he waited for his mom to get on her knees in front of him. Patty did it. It made her feel like even more of a slut to kneel like this in front of her son, to be on her knees looking up at him as she popped his cock into.