Grabbing both sides of her bra she pulled her bra down. She spit a mouthful of the fluid onto her breasts that she was pressing together with her shou...ders. Her hands grabbed her sore tits covering them in the fluid giving her breasts a shiny reflection.She loved the way the slimy substance made her breasts feel. She loved feeling her leather gloves slip and slide over them.“Mmm, are you done yet? Please stop mmm. Don’t hurt me.” She feigned begging.The pleading seemed to work as she was yoked. Your entire life flashes like a tingle through your balls, and then suddenly you can hear it shooting into her. Balls resting in her bush, throbbing against her clitoris.Then there’s the warm glow, the empty feeling in your balls after the orgasm, and the wide-eyed amazement afterwards. “It went in! My sperm is in my mom, for real!” The first time it happens it can be truly overwhelming, because you know everything has changed, and there’s no going back to how things were before that moment.. ”“Becky...” I groaned.“Ugh. I prefer not to think of my daughter in the middle of a day-long sexual escapade. But being a man you are riddled with filthy desires, and I doubt you could understand-”“Courtney wants Becky,” I gasped, my chest full of broken ribs. “She lusts for your daughter.”Rachel frowned. “I imagine that she does.” And then Dr. Rachel Finklestein laid down beside me, her achingly beautiful face inches away from my own. She played with her nipples casually as she spoke. “I knew. Was ... incredible!" Debbie rasped out. "No one, not even Sarah, has ever been able to bring me off that way!" she cried as she hugged me to her. I lay on top of her, most of my weight on my elbows and knees as she recovered. It was only a few moments until I felt her ardor beginning to climb again as she spread her legs slowly under me."You really can tell what I want, can't you?" she asked in the slightest of whispers. "Can you read me now? Do you know what I want?" She didn't pause to let me.