Cindy was now pinned, herhead was slowly being pushed back until she was looking directly upward intohis face, her face was being held on either side ...f her skull by his handswrapped tightly in her hair. She felt the fluid in her mouth now spill out ofeach corner of her mouth and run down her tits, ?Yuck? she thought and heforced more cock into her oral cavity. Cindy felt more of his cockslide across her tongue into her mouth, she felt more slimy goo covering hertits spilling from her mouth now. Her heart pounded as she nervously approached her son’s room with no expectation of what could happen. She knocked on the door several times and anxiously looked around the hall.“It’s me, honey,” she said, knocking again.He opened the door without removing the door chain and asked, “What, er, are you doing here, mom?”“Open the door, honey,” she said in her usual motherly tone, not wanting to give away her intentions. “Aren’t you happy to see me?”“Yeah, but why didn’t you let me know you were. Should I have felt sympathy for her? Maybe so, but my rage blotted out any such emotion. My wife, whom I had loved and trusted, had betrayed me, lied to me, cheated on me, brought men into my home, fucked them, sucked their cocks and swallowed their cum. Maybe I should have signed up for therapy, but I was pretty sure this approach would be much more satisfying.Soon, I felt an orgasm building. I let it go until I was almost there. “I’m going to cum real soon. When I pull out of your whoring. She was too young, and even if we weren't blood relatives, she was still by step-sister. I'd never forgive myself if I did something like that, and I'd probably castrate any guy that would ever consider anything but the very best for my little Shortcake.Marla was impossible, living in California, but she would probably have been a wonderful partner. She wasn't too shy, she was witty, and she seemed to enjoy her experience with me in the park. I thought about Marla for a few minutes, thinking.