So did Mark's mom, but he could eat enough for two people anyway. I sat down at the kitchen table and reached for the syrup and those blueberry pancak...s did smell pretty yummy. My mom sat down with us, just having some coffee in her old pink bathrobe. She had a new one, but she liked the old one best.It suited her too, that robe tied tightly with a sash around her waist, which wasn't exactly narrow, but Mom wasn't fat either. She was a good looking woman, even for being up and cooking at six. . faster... even faster! Oh he'd really got that backside on the move!Thump... thump! Thump... thump! Thump... thump!Thump... thump!Quentin worked up to a furious crescendo, loudly snorting in piggish fashion, as was his wont. Then he was on the `vinegar strokes´, his limbs quivering uncontrollably. He was gasping and groaning as the wave of his intense lust broke over him. Then he was jetting and jetting into the squirming depths.Jetting and jetting... until he was weak and drained.Quentin was. I just want loyalty.” She takes a sip of her drink, then she jugs the rest. “Huhh, thank you, Elsa, I really needed that.” She then proceeds to bite into her own wrist and presents it to the Elsa. Else leans close and starts to suck the blood from her arm. She only takes a little. A glaze takes over her eyes as she sinks back into her chair. I literally watch the wound on her hand disappear. Mistress Blackwood then turns to me. “Here’s the thing, darling. The people close to me aren’t loyal. I couldn't tell you which she liked more but she was certainly enjoying herself as much as I was."Sweetie, I'm going to cum again." She whimpered and moved the little that she could closer to me, impaling herself on my rod even more.I had thought about this for a little while and decided now was good for me. I had tied a quick release knot round my Mom's ankle and pulled on it letting her leg come back to ground level. She moaned almost in disappointment and groaned her disapproval even more.