I could feel how wet she was as my fingers brushed over her pussy lips which only made her grip me tighter and kiss me harder. A moment later I could ...eel her hand rubbing down my chest and then quickly on to my already fully erect cock.We froze for a second and stopped kissing. Mom locked her gaze with mine and smiled; not a mother's smile or a friendly smile, but a lovers smile. "Fuck me Jake!" she growled seductively at me."Anything for you Mom." I replied in earnest as she used her hand to. I used these to yank her off of the floor. She protested as I flung her roughly onto the bed, where she landed next to the prone and outstretched body of her naked daughter.“You fucking bastard!” Sandra screamed as I pulled her arms upward and refastened the handcuffs so that her wrists were now bound to the horizontal bed head rail in the exact manner of her daughter. She kicked violently with her free legs. I had to watch out for them. “You miserable fucking bastard!” she screamed. I ignored. After he got into his car, I walked up and unload my gun in his chest. And as he lay there bleeding out, looking up at me, I pulled the mask off my face and said, ‘You’ll never lay a hand on her again!’ And I ran to a pay phone to call Alice, to tell her it was done. God was she good, she started to cry? I could hear someone’s voice in the background, consoling her. I tried to reach her on the other end, but she must have dropped the receiver. I yelled to get her back on the line, to know what. . Before she knew what she was doing she ran a finger over the mess and a glob stuck to it. She felt the familiar slick lubricating essence of the boy's cum and found herself breathing in its fragrance like a fine wine. And then she tasted it. With the tip of her tongue, just slipping between her moist lips, she sampled the forbidden goodness. It was salty but not like that of her husband and no hint of piss. It was clean... and delicious.The tingling turned to a wetness of her own down between.