And – that included my mom. I know that is wrong. So wrong.“But I don’t care about that, either. My mom is beautiful, and good, and she deserves...good things, and – thanks to you I know how to give her a good thing, Susan. And I want to . . .”Kara trailed off, and for a moment Susan was speechless. “i’ve created a monster,” she thought, and yet – she could find no flaw with what the girl had said. Other than the fact that she wanted to break what was perhaps the most universal human taboo of. I roughly stroke my cock until covered in a thin, sticky film. I'm fully erect, I shove my hard hot cock into her small tight opening, again and again and again, I rose up into her, forcefully, possessively, rapidly in and slowly out, hard enough that she winces a little with each powerful thrust, each lunge causing me to brush against her cervix and keep her on the tips of her toes. Yet she is enjoying it - she needed it, she craved it, she lived for it, and she definitely did not want it to. This man was strong and my pussy flooded again.Marcus lifted me onto the bed and dove for my cunt. He ate me out like I was his last hope. Someone once told me that black men don't know how to eat pussy. Bullshit, Marcus was blowing my mind he was so good. I don't remember how many times he made me cum before he scooted me more up the bed. My legs were spread wide, as wide as I could get them. I looked like I was doing the splits sideways. I looked down as I saw Marcus lift his cock up and lay. Now in the truck, thinking about her strange day her own body began to tempt her. She felt warm and her crotch was very wet. She alternated thinking about the firm velvety dick in her hands with the face of the old man as she peeled her clothes for a peek, and then with imagined images of two women fucking. She wanted desperately to stop the van and masturbate. Perhaps she had done the wrong thing by masturbating last night. What if she had opened up some evil pathway to sexual needs? Alice was.