I guessed I might be a little bit stronger than her due to my gym sessions, but I didn't know by how much. Maybe she could have pushed me off if she t...ied, maybe not, but she wasn't resisting. She was being a good little slut for me."You look so fucking hot in that dress," I growled, as I grinned down at her.She didn't respond. Her mouth was hanging open, and she was panting heavily. But I wasn't going to go soft on her just yet.I gently raked my fingernails down her body, all the way down to. "Pam, your turn," I allowed her to speak then."Well, I've been exploring my options, yes. Weeding out the chaff, but obviously, I haven't been thorough enough in terms of eliminating abusive pricks who see this ménage a trois as an excuse to mistreat my son. I can assure you that if I had realized that the guys were getting this out of hand, I would have nipped it in the bud. How exactly are they bullying you, Garth?" she asked him."They keep calling me names, slapping my ass, threatening to. ‘Last time, I could only get it in half way. Let’s work hard to see if we can do better than that.’ With that last pep talk, I push in deeper, the veins of my shaft instantly being hugged tightly by the clenching walls of her tight asshole. I witness her fingers squeeze tightly into nothing and her toes curl into the soles of her feet as she gets past just the first hurdle. I know she can do better than this. ‘That’s good, dear. Just like we practiced.’ I push in more, feeling her clench even. "Ooh! An after dinner snack ... sounds delicious! OK, kids ... help me clean up, please?"I could tell that mom was getting herself all worked up, probably for the first time since we moved into this house. The phone rang!"I'll get it," said Mom. "Hello, Mitchell residence! Oh, hi honey ... u-huh ... sure ... I understand ... yeah, I won't wait up, yeah ... around midnight ... thanks dear ... I always appreciate it when you call to let me you're running late ... no, it's not a problem, the kids.