He got a readout of a fisherman on a small boat, but it was clearly no one they sought. But that heartened Michaux that his Master PC was working. Too...well, it turned out. The helicopter suddenly lurched once, twice.“What was that?” he looked at the IT guy, who shrugged.It happened again, and the rotors began slowing.“What’s happening?” he asked the pilot directly.“We’re out of gas, master,” he said. “We’re going down.”“What? WHAT?” Michaux sputtered. “Why the fuck did you not say so. Next he picked up and examined the leather wrist and ankle restraints that David used on me regularly. He rummaged around a bit more to pick out a set of clover-style nipple clamps. and looked at me with a bit of shock on his face. “Nipple clamps? Mom I never knew...” he said.“Yes, son, your father liked to clamp my nipples because he knew how sensitive they are and it helped get me closer to orgasm when my nipples are stimulated. A little bit of pain sometimes adds the right amount of spice to. As the pace quickened, I slowed it down again. I pulled my finger out slowly and applied more KY. Instead of putting my finger back inside her, I decided to just lay ontop of her and press my cock into the crack of her ass. The G-string had been pushed aside, but now I removed it completely and she spread her legs wider.I lay ontop and just led my cock fall into the crack of her ass. I could feel the lube and was sliding up and down grinding against her body. The tip of my cock came close to. Fuck me...fuck meeeeeeeeeeeeeee" she begged this man behind her. The fact he was her son had been burned out by the fires of her first orgasm. Now, she only felt the wonderful fat cock driving in and out of her.As Greg's hips pounded into her, she could hear his soft grunts behind her. The fact he never spoke gave her that perverted sense this wasn't her son, but some man she had found on the street to satisfy the mania that was tearing her up.Greg was shocked as he felt even more cream pumping.