.. what does... that mean to us?” The old man smiled, “Now if you agree to say… let me watch as you and your brother get it on… I might just l...t you off the hook… And I might even give you some cash to…” Sitting back the old seat creaking under him, “But that depends on you… You could call your parent’s… Or I could call the cops and they can call your parents.” The look in our eyes told him that we didn’t want to do that, “The choice is yours” The look in his eyes and the fact that his hand was. Immidetily, this came up as a red flag. I am in a relationship which is providing me with the best sex of my life, on average I would say I'm gifted ten beautiful creampies a week, leaving me feeling like the cat who has got the cream, literally. This was not the only problem, the second concern is that my partner openly admits to being extremely fertile. This is not even something that needs to be voiced, as a woman I think we can detect when a guy will be 1. a good fuck and 2. carrying strong. "You're not done; get behind Mom, and fuck her from behind as she cleans my bosoms."He knew he had to listen, so he did just that as I felt our mom's tongue touch back down to my breasts. She kept her eyes on me yet again and cleansed me with one of the sexiest parts of her body.I kept my hands on her head too and fondled it for her, also. She needed to be taken care of and to made to feel needed, too, since she still was our mom. We might have got into a sexual context, but she was still our. He could see bruises that he put on her earlier. He rubbed his hand softly over her belly and let one of his fingers slide down into her innie belly button. Then he slid his hand to a place on her tummy where he could see a bruise forming and pressed slowly yet firmly on the bruise until he heard her groan.He then moved his hand over one of her breasts. For a teen, her breasts were full especially for a girl so petite and thin. Once again he felt the softness of her skin and passed his.