Spurred on the taste of my sister’s juices on my lips I fucked Mom with half a dozen more strokes before a started spurting my virile young seed dee... into my Mom’s hot snatch. I think I spurted about 3 or 4 times when I withdrew my softening cock with a slightly more audible than expected “plop”. As I sat back admiring the view before me, waiting to see my cum pour from my mother’s cunt, I was amazed to see Mom clenching her pelvic floor tightly.“Help me up, Jake,” Mom said, keeping her knees. Anyway, I sent my then husband Frank down to cleanup before we called a plumber. And I have to say Frank did a pretty good job. He got the kid out and most of my toys. But there was water everywhere and things had floated around and some of the toys lodged in the most peculiar places. The damn plumber fixed the leak. And then showed us what he'd found stuck behind the water heater. There was my strapon harness with the nasty fifteen inch long, three inch diameter dildo attached. And there was. Even worse was the way men ogled his body. It was quite a beautiful body, Paul knew. His own reactions to being mentally undressed by every passing man were a little schizophrenic. On the one hand, he was embarrassed and angry, but on the other he treated it as a compliment. On several occasions when he had been dozing in his hospital room he had wondered what it would be like to make love with a man who truly cared for him.He was going to have to get used to these feelings. Anne had explained. It was time to go see to Jane, who'd been patiently waiting for him for the last few hours.He smiled as he rose. She'd had little choice, locked up in that tiny cage he'd left her in. The cage was hanging from a bar in the play room, and any time she moved at all -- not that she could move much -- the lines he'd attached to her nipple and clit piercings were pulled as the cage shook. And she did feel the need to shift, because he'd lovingly painted her pussy lips with cinnamon oil. Very.