In the meantime it was folly to grieve, or to think. The prince had provided all the appliances of pleasure. There were buffoons, there were improvisa...ori, there were ballet-dancers, there were musicians, there was Beauty, there was wine. All these and security were within. Without was the "Red Death." It was toward the close of the fifth or sixth month of his seclusion, and while the pestilence raged most furiously abroad, that the Prince Prospero entertained his thousand friends at a masked. ‘I’m sorry to interrupt. Eddy, I need to talk to you and the girls.’ I made a circular motion with my finger in the air and pointed up the stairs. I bent down to Leia’s ear and said. ‘Take over here please.’ She kissed my cheek. The girls and I squeaked up the stairs into Sandy’s room I sat Susan on the bed and Sandy sat beside her. The rest of us sat on the carpet. She started slowly trying not to totally loose control. ‘Eddy, Eric… Eric has left me… For good.’ The girls all held on to her now. After a painful minute of silence, mom spoke again. “I can feel your eyes on me. Are you imagining how good it would feel to push that stiff cock of yours deep into my wet, hot pussy?”I now knew 'no' wasn't the right answer. 'Yes' didn’t seem right either.“I can't do that, you're my mother”“You can't? Or just don't dare to?”I was completely lost for words, again feeling the urge to run away.“There’s nothing wrong with a little fantasy, son… But let me reveal another secret to you: Even mothers. I am loud. I don’t care. I can’t control it. I don’t want to.I want to be his bitch.My orgasm goes on. It never truly fades. Even as I come down from it, I feel another starting to build slowly. His meaty fat knot presses fully against my welcoming lips, locking his now enormous dick inside of me. The heat of his throbbing member, of the continuous eruptions of his cum, of his heavy build holding me down and claiming me.I am given no respite, and I don’t want any.The fingers of my right hand,.