Stomping feet thundered in time, a cadence of simple rhythms, of ancient times, of bonfire-lit shadows dancing beneath a heathen sky. It compelled tha... primal urge within me, that instinct of tribal blood. “Yes.” I said with a hushed voice, not wanting to ruin the perfection of the moment. We’d prepared all we could, trained until our bodies were drained, practiced until every motion came as naturally as breathing. This was it. This was the moment. “Alright,” Tera breathed. She turned to me,. I put my hands on her ass cheeks and started to push with my own rhythm. Mom let out a long, deep moan, and I knew this wouldn’t last long. I started trusting with force and viciousness that I never knew I could do. My hands squeezing her cheeks so hard I must have left prints. Slamming into my mom like my life depended on it, she let loose with a string of profanities that was almost pure a****listic, “FUCK! FUCK ME ! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! YES! FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK! MOTHER FUCKER! UHHH YES YES. Do you understand?” She stopped licking for a moment to answer him. “Yes master!” He moved forward, slipping his penis further into her soft, moist mouth. “Now suck it! Work your lips and tongue on it and gently tickle it with your teeth you degenerate doxy! Yes! Suck slut! Suck my meat! Yes! Yes!” He soon pumped up and down, using his body weight to force his prick down Amy’s gagging throat. She was pretty good at sucking cock but he didn’t think she’d done much deep throating before.. Besides..." he gave a sheepish smile. "Thereisn't any Confederate government anymore. I don't think it's againstthe law or anything." Bridget ignored his attempt at humor. "If it isn't, then it should be.You and your uncle have no right to go sneaking around in my past."Cap held up his hand, palm out. "Hold on there. I didn't go 'sneakingaround' anywhere. Uncle Abner did. And if he'd mentioned it to mebeforehand, I'd have told him not to do it." You'd have told him." She spat the words. .