”“Enough about Peter. That boy isn’t one of us. And we’re having chicken.”Cassie heard her mother on the phone later. “Yeah, smelled like ...ulfur and the edges were grey. I’ll return it tomorrow.” Pause. “Disgusting.” Pause. “Can you pick up Chinese?” Pause. “Okay, love you.”Her father came home from work with a large pie and garlic knots.*****It was hard to believe, but Cassie’s Grand-mere grew more distant as she aged. Nothing helped. Cassie sang in the school chorus and stood scanning the. Now for the good part.?Thrusting forward Antov forced more of his cock into Natasha. Her hands flew in front of her grabbing fist fulls of the bed sheets. She screams as he started forcing more and more of his cock into her. She felt skin tear and cramps in her cut as he went deeper. ?Please,? she begged, ?you are tearing me?I can feel it. Please fuck my pussy instead! God your killing me.?Antov ignored her and concentrated on hurting her as he sodomized her. He spent as much time. I thought it normal and just something all parents did.When I saw mom later that evening, she asked me how my day went and that's when I told her about my chat with Bill and how we both were reminiscing about being bathed by our parents when we were kids. She smiled and told she remembered how much fun it was and how she used to tease me about my stiffies.I laughed back and said, "I don't think you'd be teasing me if you saw my stiffie now." Don't be crude young man, I'm still you mother," she. Your cock fills me up and it feels amazing. We both tighten our grips and thrust into each other harder. Your thrusts are too much for my foot on the seat to hold in place, but your strong arms keep me up as you take me. I still can push off from the wall behind me to meet your thrusts and drive you deeper.I feel myself getting close again. You’re wearing me out, but the passion is still more than enough to keep me going. “Oh god, oh god Brian I’m getting so close again. That cock feels so.