I knew I wanted Jean; she was beautiful and sexy woman. She had a more beautiful body than I even imaged and I wanted her, but my back and ass were ...o sore I couldn’t do anything, I told Jean, sorry some other time, I’m too sore tonight. I went to rest in the soft chair in the corner.Angela turned to Jean and said “honey let’s get in bed, it will be like old times again”. Angela laughed, “hey Carol you watch, you might learn something new”. They both lay in bed kissing each other as their. She groans. You twist the fabric tighter.“Oh shit more...oh you bitch...stick it deeper...mmm...mmm “, Georgia informs you.You don’t need to hear her. You can feel and see her body reacting to humiliating pleasure. The slattern craves something special here. And special was close at hand. You grab instinctively at an empty two hundred dollar a bottle Dom champagne from the next uncleared table and grossly, blatantly and very crudely stick the neck of the bottle straight into her puckered tight. It was like I was swept up to the heavens, the most rousing self-pleasure I'd ever had. I had always enjoyed masturbating ever since my first time in the bathtub many years ago. And this was the best ever."Oh, Mom, you look so beautiful when you get off. I love seeing you like this. I could do it again, I'm so pumped."Again? My son wants us to masturbate again? Then I realized that I was still running two fingers in and out of me as I leaned back against the headboard.So, I told him, "Well, if. I began to gag. "Fuck you, cocksucker! That's what it's like to suck dick. Get used to it." Phlegm began to drip out of my mouth and it only seemed to excite him further. He rammed me hard and deep without caring about my gagging and gulping for air. "Take that dick you fucking whore!" What was happening? Frank was on fire and any protest was met with an even rougher slam into my face. "I'm going to cum, you bitch. Swallow that dick. I'm going to blow a load down that throat and you're gonna.