Shelly felt him stiffen and then the jerks of his huge cockas it spurted his juices into her butt. He then pulled her over onher side. He slid his bod... until his dick was even with her mouth"You want to even try to make this marriage work this had betterbe the best blow job in history," Jim stated as he forced her mouthopen and his soft member between her lips. As Shelly began sucking hisdick, she ignored the slightly fecal taste in her mouth and concentratedon her task. When his dick became. “How does it feel, whore?”“Hur,” I managed.“You like when it hurts, though. Don’t you?"I didn’t answer. I didn’t need to. She already knew the answer.Although her feeldoe was stuffed in my dripping wet cunt, she wasn’t fucking me with it. She just lay there, holding me down while her husband began fucking my ass. I started to squirm. If she wouldn’t fuck me, I’d have to fuck her. Harder than it sounds when your hands are secured behind your back, but I was desperate. I could feel her inside. I went over in front of mom’s dressing table mirror and looked at myself. I LOVED the way it looked. I danced around a little bit, watching my dick bounce through the lace and just laughed. I spotted some of mommy’s make-up on the table and a sudden urge gripped me. I picked up the lipstick and put some on. The smell that it has filled my nostrils and seemed to go straight to me crotch as I felt myself swell a bit more. When I looked in the mirror, I looked a little silly, but I liked it. A. . i took another minute or two, looking at mom, her smile, her eyes, her lips... her neck.... collar bone... lowered my eyes kind of pretending to be sleepy... looking at her gorgeous long legs staring a bit longer... sth in me told me to lower my hand on her leg...and i did, whispering " hi mom... oh yeah... of course... in a minute" caressed her leg slightly i add "you are gorgeous mom" she covered her red face being all shy "and so hot..." i added not sounding very confident but she liked it.