We touched each other like that for some time. Then I felt Josh take the arm and hand that was around my shoulder and put his hand at the back of my h...ad. He ever so gently began to push my head lower. Again a signal for what he wanted me to do. He wanted me to put my mouth on his dick. Touching was one thing, but how could I let myself suck my son's dick. The passion and lust that was controlling us answered that question. I reassured myself again that if Josh consciously desired to have sex. She looked endearingly at the naked man lying on the table and ran her hand over his forehead. “Feeling comfortable my darling husband?” She asked softly. His eyes opened wide and he motioned with a nod of his head. He could not speak because he had a ball gag held firmly in his mouth by a leather strap around his face. Neither could he move; his ankles were bound to the bottom legs of the table and his wrist were bound to the top legs. “You seem very excited.” She said as she ran her hand down. ”“Your grandmother is here, she wants to see you, us, whatever.”That got her attention.“Granny? Granny’s here,” she said, rubbing her eyes. “What does she want?”“How the fuck should I know? I don’t even know how she got here. I didn’t know that she could drive!”Jasmine sat bolt upright.“She doesn’t drive!” Jasmine said, leaping out of bed and heading for the door.“Um, Jasmine?”“What?”“Don’t you think you should put some clothes on?”She glanced down at her naked body, blushed, and throwing on. Ahhhhhaaaaa…. Ahhhhhaaaaa…. Ahhhhhaaaaa….She increased the speed of fingering like a mad dog. She shouted at me that your bastard tell me how do you feel now. It is paining only but I told her to not stop it. She then continued for more than 15 minutes. Finally, she took her 2 fingers out and she showed me. Omg!!! Her finger fully filled with my shit and it got entered in between her the nails. She showed her finger, which had filled with my shit, to me.I told her it was paining for me. She.