It took him a few seconds of fumbling to begin thrusting with any real effect, and he had to edge forward a little, but finally found his rhythm.“Th...t’s it. Come for me. Come for me,” she encouraged him.Charlie breathed in hard puffs as he pumped his cock between her tits. It took next to no time for him to begin thrusting harder. Though the heat of the friction was growing uncomfortable, she could tell he wasn’t going to last much longer.Sure enough, he gave into his instincts, fucking her. "There you are." She tossed the drink back."Good Morning." There's nothing good about it." Mom said. "My son hates me." She poured another drink."Mom, I don't hate you-" You hate women and if you hate them you can't love me. I'm a WOMAN." Mom glared. I stepped closer and she threw her glass at me. I ducked as it whizzed by me. "GET AWAY. GET OUT!" She laid her head on the table and cried."Mom?" Just go."I ran to my room, pulled out my cell phone and called Dad. He asked me to calm down and. The couple's faces were partially obscured because of the angle of the camera except for glimpses of the woman's face through their flailing limbs and once or twice when the man looked back over his shoulder at the camera as if to confirm it was indeed recording his conquest. I saved the URL in my bookmarks and didn't come back to it for quite a while.Then, one night I was browsing my old bookmarks and came upon the link and clicked on it. As I watched the video for the second time and in slow. " Jim was taken to one of the other rooms and was tied to a chair. A television and a VCR were situated in front of him and a tape was played. On the screen Jim saw his wife being walked to the same van that took him to the farm. She had a worried look on her face as she climbed into the van. "In case you are wondering how we managed to get her to get into the van so easily, we told her we had you and that if she did not cooperate we would kill you" said the van driver. Next on the screen Jim.