I was determined to see if she could hold on. In all honesty, I wasn’t so sure that I could hold on much longer. Especially the way this whole situa...ion was playing out. Emma’s actions and compliance was one thing, but her readiness to accept that only I could let her cum was more than a turn on. I couldn’t see her suffer anymore, “Emma, you may cum.” With a few more thrusts I heard Emma cry out into the room, the expletives she uttered were absolutely necessary as her very essence released all. She never let me come. IfI did she chained me up in the basement for a coupleof days to teach me a lesson. She brought home acouple of black dudes one night after I’d beennaughty. She made me suck them hard for her, then shedrained them dry three times each, covering herself intheir come. She yelled at me that I didn’t deserve her, and thatI’d have to bring up these stud’s kids if I wanted tohave touch her again. She didn’t get pregnant so shegot the studs round to. She never commented on my obvious erection when I caught her half undressed, she also never commented on my bed sheets that were stained and stiff with my cum, which she could never have failed to miss. By the time I was 15 I had a collection of soft porn under my bed pages often spattered by my cum, by now I had taken to spying on mum on a regular basis on a number of occasions seeing her naked and as beautiful as I had imagined her.I got to the stage when I would masturbate with the door open. "Do you want it up your ass?" Sandra asks, "You do, don't you you naughty boy!" No, no, leave me alone, it's too big!" Lionel protested."Here you are," Al says and chucks the pot of Vaseline on the bed."Ooh look," Sandra says as she flips the top off and hands it to Lionel, "Go on then," she says."No!" Lionel says."Take it dry then," I says."No no," he says and he starts sticking his fingers in the pot and smearing it around the strap on's cock."Ready?" Sandra says."No!" Lionel says."Fancy a.