It was just something taboo or whatever and it did make me cum hard, so I guessed it was alright.--The next couple weeks I fell back into my old routi...e. There was a lot of studying to do with finals so I stayed pretty much to myself. Everything was the same except one thing. I couldn't concentrate for any length of time before this really horny, dirty feeling would come over me.For a while I tried to just push it away and ignore it. My studies where in-depth so if I got into the material. Tried ... to ... kill ... me...” I said slowly.“I heard that. But why?” Chloe asked me.I rubbed my eyes.“Just what I wanted on my birthday, to be explaining to my older sister how my mother tries to kill me in 15 years or so.” I said sarcastically.“Just tell me, you ass.” Chloe said.I looked over at her. My eighteen year old sister. I thought back to myself. Maybe I was being too harsh towards them. I mean, I remember what Chloe was like when she was eighteen. Even though she could be a bitch,. I went to her room.I was changing my clothes to shorts and a tee. She was in the bathroom when I entered her room. She came after 15 minutes and lied next to her son. He was sleeping in between me and her. Then I started my action. I pressed her boob over her t-shirt and then inserted hand in her t-shirt.She was not wearing the bra. Now it was easier for me to play with her nipples. After a few minutes, she told me to come beside her and keep her sleeping son at the end of the bed. I did as she. He was very handsome, but the beard gave him a sinister appearance. His suit was an Armani and she could see a gold rolex on his wrist. Everything about him from his dress to his mannerisms exuded wealth, power, and a complete self-confidence."Hello Miss Dutton," said the man. "My name is Solomon King."Ann backed up a step when the crimelord named himself. She turned and looked at the door, but an ugly, massive black man had appeared out of nowhere to block the exit. He was hideous. His face.