Forgive me, he thought, as he watched her and dreamed of being the one between her big meaty thighs, bouncing off her bounteous belly, licking at thos... ample round breasts.That did it and Burton shot all over the tiles on the wall. Cum ran down into his soapdish. Even after he had relieved himself he stood there, cock growing limp in his hands, as she continued to rapidly rub herself. A cry, some more moans, subsiding slowly, and then she lay there, spent. Burton's cum grew cold on his fingers. That was what my brain felt like. I had to choose a cereal, but I just couldn’t make my thoughts move.“Hey,” my brother grunted.I just nodded. How late was I up? Masturbating to my new, shameful discovery. Incest porn. Stories written on websites about all manner of illicit things. They were so hot and naughty. Stories of big brothers and their little sisters desperate to love them.The refrigerator opened. I kept staring at the cereal. I must have gotten two hours of sleep. My eyes felt so. Those who were present to watch her reaction at seeing her husband again, after his long absence, were not disappointed. She dropped the stirring stick right into the stew that she had been tending, and stood up and ran into the open arms of her man. In a display of affection that would normally be thought somewhat scandalous and unseemly, Willow threw herself into her husband's arms and wrapped her own arms around his neck. As she showered him with words and kisses, only the kisses made any. I felt a push on the center of my back. "Bend over slave," ordered Mistress Sarah. My hands braced on the bed as I fell forward, with my arse on display. Mistress Sarah kicked her foot against the insides of my ankles and ordered, "Spread 'em slut." Mistress Sarah pulled the fabric of my teddy to the side and gazed at my arse. "Mmmm. Such a tight pussy Evie. I’m going to enjoy fucking you slut. I bought a nice new strap-on just for you." My arse was tingling and ready for her strap-on. Was.