I was certain God would punish me by making me pregnant. I prayed and made promises. Promises that I kept for fifteen years. I finally decided I had d...ne my penance. Or maybe I just lost my faith." I don't count that boy as a sex partner," she added. "My first real sex partner was my husband when I was nineteen. It was my wedding night. Nine months later I had a daughter."Brian moved his head from her breasts downward to her crotch and flicked his tongue against her clitoris. She gasped. "Does. He began to cry, for he knew damned well what it meant. If he’d been concerned she loved him less before, it was nothing to what he imagined now. He looked up at her with a pained, impossible expression, as his mind ground down to find something to say that could possibly make this right. It had nothing. All he could do was cry, and somewhere in the depths of his mind, there was a dissonance. How could something that felt so incredible one moment lead to such pain and regret the next? He was. Suck me again and I'll leave you alone."Rose was tempted. Her son's cock looked so inviting. She had already sucked it before. What difference would another blow job make. With a whimper the boy's mother fell to her knees with her face just inches from her son's hard cock. She closed her eyes as she slowly swallowed her son, aroused by his manly smell. She gripped Brad's bare ass with both hands savoring the tastes of his shaft as she began bobbing her head on his youthful prick.Brad was. I couldn’t believe it. I had’t been able to move the chair at all and yet she'd pulled it over to where I was now sitting with the greatest of ease.She placed the chair in front of me and she walked to the end of the bed. She used her foot to pump the bed upwards higher and higher then returned to the chair and sat softly down.This whole situation had my mind racing. What the fuck was going on? My brain couldn’t act fast enough to process each strange twist and turn. I was now elevated so that.