.i was a huge fan of it too. she went through a ton of guys before she finally found one to be a regular. for the first couple of years, they were pre...ty consistent with their routine. he would come over, they would make out and fool around in the living room before heading to the bedroom, we'd take turns on her until he came, he'd get dressed and leave and id get sloppy seconds. one night though....our relationship changed. we were asleep in bed and i was woken up by her phone ringing. i didnt. " "Mmm, I love making guys cum. Oh, it just makes me so hot," and she pushed down on me as she twisted back and forth, back and forth, pivoting around my cock, so deep inside her, oh, the feeling was just wonderful. "Oh, Adam, oh, oh, oh, this is so good, oh, oh, UUNH, uhh, oh, Adam, oh, you are so nice to have, you feel so good inside me." She pumped up and down on me a few more times and then it was my turn, "OOH, OOH, uuh, oh, Susanne, oh, you are so good, mmm," and she kept going a few more. The worse part was, when I misbehaved bad enough, he would make me bend over on his lap, pull my clothes down to show my ass, and let him spank me. This were all things he would do to both me and mom, even the spankings. To all this, mom saw it as normal, since I was his little girl.By the time I was 11, I began maturing a bit, and I knew about things like sex by then. Mostly because of school and friends. I saw John as a pervert, he was always touching mom and me, and I could hear him fucking. ‘It feels good, doesn’t it?’ I panted, stroking myself again to demonstrate. It really did, but when I layered on top of that the pleasure of helping Mom, and the arousal of doing what Stacey had ordered, it was nearly orgasmic. I really wanted to jam a finger or three in my ass, but I wasn’t sure Mom was ready for that. I took a deep breath and gently guided her towards the sofa. She twitched, perhaps thinking I was going to try something else, but let me sit her down without any resistance..