“Since you’ve never fucked-anyone but me, Mike,” she said in a low voice, “I suppose you’ve never kissed a cunt, either.”Mike shook his he...d. “But I’ve thought about it, Mom. I’ve wanted to kiss a pussy, to find out what it was like.”“Kiss mine,” she said. “Kiss mother’s cunt and find out if you like it.”His face was a few inches away now. He stared at his mother’s cunt, seeing he glistening wet lips, the tip of her inflamed clitoris, the way the hair grew along the lips and disappeared into. "Ahhh!" I cried, tears rolling down my face. "Please, I'm not used to fisting!" They fisted harder and deeper, my orgasm at breaking point. My sweet cum spurted over their fists as I cried out in pleasure and pain, but they didn't stop. They only added their other fists. The pain was too much, my vision was going black, and the orgasms were rocking my body hard. Their arms were drenched from my cum. "Please," I whispered, "it's going to kill me. Please." Tears were running over my breasts and. She was older then 40, maybe 50, and she looked familiar. A glance at the guy didn't help, him being a stranger, but as she lowered her head to his lap, her eyes met Gus and there was a flash between them.Did she recognize Gus, or was she surprised to see someone there? And why did she look so familiar? The concept of someone getting a real blow job not 20 ft away was much more exciting than the actions of 2 old pros going through the motions on screen, and Gus was slowly rubbing himself,. ”Mike asked, “And the issue is?”“Oh. Well depending on which of us you ask our parents spent around fifty- to eighty-thousand dollars getting us through college. For each of them that’s a huge chunk of money. We didn’t want to raise any questions about our sideline business with Sensations Escort Service, so we never said anything, but we always figured that we’d find a way to repay them with interest what they invested in us. We told them we had part time jobs doing menial jobs.”“Can’t you.