But we did not mention two things. One, quite naturally, was the future. Both of us knew there wasn't one, for us two, together.Our silence on the sec...nd topic was rather strange. Elizabeth did not want to talk sex or about sex, even though ours was an intense, almost exclusively sexual relationship that she had sought. She wanted sex cloaked in silence. I learned to accept it - until her oral shyness eventually broke - as a part of the puzzling ambivalence that Elizabeth brought into our. " Well, not exactly, but I'm interested in you, and I'm interested inwriting, aren't I?" Totally," I said. She had been one of my muses from the beginning, andwe had even started a writing group together at one time."Besides, there are some seriously great stories on there, and very goodwriting! But I like it because I can read girlfriend's mind!" Uh-oh," I said."Right," she said. "I know what you want, and you are going to get itthis weekend." Those are only fantasies!" I hissed, trying to. "Forgive me for asking, but — am I in the wedding?"Lizzy leaned across my chest, and Amber leaned to meet her. The kiss was intimate, soft, hot! Thankfully, they broke it off after a few seconds."Of course you are, silly," Lizzy said. "I couldn't possibly marry your master without you there. Maybe I should make you my maid of honor." I fear my honor may be somewhat sullied, Mistress." Why? Just become some asshole beat the hell out of you and raped you for a month? Girl, don't even go there!. She yelled, "YES!" and her body heaved and twisted under me as she orgasmed on my spurting cock.Mom continued shouting “Yes, Yes” with every squirt of my cock as she held us tight together. Her pussy was doing things to my cock that I never in my wildest dreams thought would happen. The pure sensation of my sperm pulsing into my mother’s vagina as her muscles pulsed in waves along my shaft, milking my cock of its seed.Mom had pulled us that tight together that I was only inches from her face.