As much as I agree with Reagan’s anti-Communism, the paranoia is a bit extreme. It’s not like I have access to any state secrets!”“Do I have a...file now?” Jessica teased.“I’m sure you do. Heck, Jesse probably has a file now.”When we arrived home, my sister came out to greet us.“Were you watching out the window, Squirt?” I chuckled, giving her a hug.“Actually, yes! You’re late!”“The fucking FBI,” I spat. “They decided to harass me coming back into the country.”“Still? Jesus. You aren’t even. I looked up at my beautiful wife. "Sure, no problem," I said sarcastically. "Just tell me which of these bills not to pay."She just glared at me. I thought for a moment she was going to start yelling but whatever she was thinking, she kept to herself.As soon as I said what I did, I felt bad. It wasn't really such a horrible request."I'm sorry, honey," I apologized. "I promise, it won't always be like this. I haven't stopped looking for a better job; in the meantime, we just have to cool it for. "Not really understanding the connection she was talking about, I put an energy behind my thrusts that got me even closer — "Can I cum in your... ?" My pussy — you want to cum inside your own mothers pussy?" she said."U-huh, I do!" Then do it — fuck me and cum inside me, make me your bitch Charles. Once we do this, I may never let anyone else fuck me. I feel your love — your emotions — and I want to feel you cum inside me."Her words did it — I was thrusting and cumming and sucking on those. Would you like that? Hmm? Would you like me to tie you up and wear you like a cock sleeve all day?”The girl, still being held up and pressed into Amma's chest, rolled her head from side to side; as if she was trying to lift it but didn't have the strength. Her mouth opened and closed a few times, mimicking the way her pussy was convulsing like it was trying to drag the cock back into it. She did finally manage to speak a few second later, but it was only a single word and it could barely be.