Queen was a tall Creole woman … and like most women of her heritage, her age was a mystery. She held herself with the posture of dignity and youth, ...ut in the depths of her eyes swam a maturity and knowledge which defied argument. Queen and Rose had been together for years. Rose knew that Queen was an invaluable asset and regarded her accordingly. Rose never spoke down to her, never gave her an order, and often asked for her advise. She also had the good sense to share generously in the profits. “Sure mom! Just like always.”My hand trembled as I pull the comb through my mother’s tangled pussy hair. Her wetness increased as I did. When I finished combing, her pubic hair was damp with her juices. The wetness caused the streaks of grey to sparkle amidst her silken black thatch.“We’re going to shave it bare this time, right?” Mom spoke with a childlike exuberance. I realized I was getting a peek into my parent’s sex life. This was something they once shared. I wondered what else happened. “See how pathetic and small your fucking limp clit is?” Angie exclaimed. Mariana held one leg up and slid her cock up and down my ass crack; she spits down my crack before positioning her head against my swollen hole. I immediately scream in pain as her mushroom head forced its way passed the initial entry, she grabbed my other leg up before applying her weight. I looked down, her soda can size cock was slowly disappearing, I squirmed feeling like I was going to rip apart. “stop, stop, it. ." Cindy whispered in my ear as she moved away from me, locking my hands tightly under the plumbing. Bill looked at George. "Well, he owes us $500. Go ahead and get your portion, man." With that my wife tried to scoot closer to me along the floor, but George was ready for her. "I don't think so baby, it's time to get mine!" She looked at me, slightly pleading, eyes begging me to do something, anything, but restrained to the toilet there was nothing I could do. George grabbed her silky.