I stood behind her, sneaking glances at her ass and imagining how tight her pussy would be. Soon. Plenty of shops advertise their Christmas sales and ...hatnot. Feeling hungry we eat at the McDonald’s then go back to the CVS.“Well,” I begin, “it’s 2142, what would you like to do next”“2142?” She asks confused.“Oh right right, 9:42. My bad.”“Oh ... well we could drive around, how does that sound?”“Mmm, fun for a little while but I was also thinking about getting a drink someplace too.”She thinks. Sure, I had on more than one occasion admired the way she looked in some of the clothing she wore, and had indeed found my own mother attractive looking. But I'd never found myself thinking about her, particularly when I pleasured myself, which I very often did. Maybe it was semi normal for boys, even young men to occasionally fantasize about their mothers or sisters, but not having any, I'd never really done that, the few times those type of thoughts had actually entered my head, even hinting. I tell her to beg for my cock, to beg me to allow her to feel me inside her. As I eat her pussy she breathlessly tells me that she is a worthless little whore. She moans out that she would do anything to feel my cock inside her. She cums two more times on my face and I ask her if she would allow multiple men to fuck her just to feel my cock inside her. She enthusiastically screams out that she would do anything to please her master. I pull her to her feet and uncuff her. I tie her hands to the. I had literally nothing to lose and everything to gain. With eager steps, I followed her up. The surprise was perfect when we entered the apartment and they all sat there, fully nude: Adoptive dad and mom, and the other adoptee, a young man her age, casually lounged in the living room, staring at me with expectant smiles."Now, don't fret, Phil," her voice whispered into my ear which sent shivers of pleasure down my spine, "all my potential boyfriends have had to go through this."I slowly turned.