Then i switched on the TV. she was sitting on my bed n watching. i went and sat behind her and kept my hand on her shoulder. i said her why dont u jus... move back a bit in my lap so that we both can watch it relaxing. she moved back a bit n i pulled her more so that my cock was pushing against her asshole,my chest was in touch with her back and i cud easily sense her warm breaths by my side.i slowly put my hands on her waist from both sides n thenslowly i was like hugging her from behind. i. .But she won't leave him.I'll get that call, the one I wait for. She'll be talking quietly, her voice a little cracked. She needs to see me. And I always tell her it's ok and to come over. How could I not?I park my car in the yard so she can pull into my garage so her car's out of sight. I live in rural southern Ohio and have no neighbors within view, but we take no chances. Soon, there's quick honk in the driveway and I raise the garage door and close it as soon as her little red stationwagon. I turned around and ran back the way I came from. Before I could get very far something wrapped around my waist and pulled me back. I screamed and tried to fight but then two more things wrapped around my wrists. The pulled me in front of the man. I looked at what help me. The were tentacles. They were strong and looked metal but were kind of soft. Almost like steal covered in shiny velvet. I kept trying to fight. Once I started kicking two more restrained my ankles. I screamed again, "Let me. .. I don’t taste that bad at all, do I?”“You know that you’re tasting your own mother, too, right?” I winked at her, making both of them laugh as they knelt to share my private parts between them.“In case you missed, my dear, I’m not exactly put off by that notion,” Brenda snickered as she took me with her lips and tongue, lathering me with her spit.“Nor am I!” Miranda agreed, sucking my balls for a moment while her daughter pleasured my prick.“Mmmm ... ball sweat ... let me lick it up!” Brenda.