What if Christina was wrong?“I already told you, my uterus won’t be a slave to your futa-seed.” She smiled at the cameras. “But show the world...how you act, President Woodard. Let them all see how your nothing more than a slag with a huge cock aching to fuck. You have no self-control at all.”“Oh, I have self-control,” I said, itching to slap her face. “But I don’t see the need to deny myself my pleasures.”I shoved my panties down. My futa-cock popped out, bouncing and throbbing before me. The. They must have set up a video camera to catch me. Oh no!Just then the door opened and in walked Jane and Pete. I quickly tried to pull my pants and jeans up but it was too late.Jane said, “Its OK, Di.”Pete said “It's not as if we haven't seen it already. If it helps... ” and he proceeded to remove his trousers and pants to reveal a rock hard cock.Jane removed her dress to stand in lacy bra and knickers and stockings.I must have looked confused so Pete came up to me and led me to the settee. I. "Mom!" I excitedly told her, "My bathing suit is out in the trunk! Could you go get it please?" Well, a mild arguement ensued with my Mom reluctantly agreeing to go get the suit. It was just an old one piece blue bathing suit and I'd already posed in panties and bra, so, no big deal. My Uncle's studio was on Wilshire Blvd in the Miracle Mile and there really wasn't any place to park nearby so my Mom was facing a major hike! She set out and Uncle Jeff and I began to talk about the. Mom has always made me keep my pussy and ass clean." Your ass too?" Yeah, mom and I have douched and taken enemas for years, she always has gone on that those are the parts of a female body that need to be cleaned the most."That was interesting news. My cock got a little harder, it hadn't occured to me to fuck the teenager in her ass, this brought on all kinds of new possibilities.We laid together while Amy got her wind back and my mind whirled around the thought of fucking that firm, tight 15.