I grew up with Blake, it seems like forever, now. He came to live with my Mom and me when he was just five. Blake's parents were killed in a car accid...nt and he had no other relatives that anyone could find. His mom and my mom had been best friends since they were small and she agreed to take him in and raise him as her own.At the time, my mom and I lived by ourselves, my father never married my mom and he just more or less disappeared right before I was born. So, there's just the two of us,. At the same time Judy arrives. The escort turns to her and says, "You're to take Fifty up to room number 19". Without waiting for a reply from Judy, the escort pulls the hood back on over my head. I'm not sure where I am going now, but I follow Judy, drawn along by the leash, being led along another corridor and through another door until we stop once again."We're here," Judy says to me quietly, as she stops. We're both standing still. Suddenly, I feel Judy's hands stroking and squeezing at my. The house was filthy and infested with vermin. Bobby, it seemed, was the only one doing laundry to make sure they had clean clothes. I found out later that ten-year-old Melissa and fifteen-year-old Bobby were also doing all the cooking in the house.Life at our Camelot was finally settling down to a predictable state. Slowly, however, bit by bit the secret that Grace, Kim and I were keeping under wraps started to leak out. While we knew the truth about our trip to Camelot as king and queen we. Suddenly, the final inches of my manhood thrust into her rectum in one smooth motion. “OH GOD!” she cried through clenched teeth. “YES! YES! Fuck me!” In addition, my penis was thrusting in and out, the pain subsiding, as I worked her clitoris and asshole to a fever pitch. She pushed back against me, wanting me…NEEDING me to fuck her ass. Mom’s asshole was like a vice around my throbbing cock, and she pushed against me like a wanton slut. However, I wanted mom to come one more time. I grit my.