’ I started rubbing the outside of her labia, feeling her get wetter and wetter. ‘Squeeze your nipples,’ I ordered. ‘Nooo!’ she moaned, agai... violently shaking her head. ‘You can’t stop it, that side of you that wants to obey me is still taking you over. You’re losing and you don’t care. Your nipples want to be touched. They need to be touched. Your breasts are aching and need to be touched and when they are, you know it will feel so good. Imagine how good it would feel to touch your breasts. I found an old box and boxed them. I would ship them later today.At the complex office, I told them what I knew. I also told them that there was nothing in the apartment wanted. I hired their cleaning crew to clear out the place since they were there. They cnfirmed that it would be empty by the end of the month. They were satisfied. I wrote a check to the cleaning company and was now done with that location.I headed over to Beth’s apartment with the few things after sending Mark’s to his. I pulled out my cock and began to stroke it while enjoying the show. I allowed my other hand to begin toying with my balls and ass. That's when I saw Bud look over and smile. He said something like "yeah, get that ass ready for me," but I saw in his eyes he wasn't up for it. That's when I walked over to the two of them. I could see a question raise in my wife's eyes as I reached for the back of his head and guided it to her pussy."Don't you want a taste of her? I mean a real taste?"Her eyes lit. The meal my Mother had so carefully planned and prepared for me was to be her. I watched her naked, writhing body now displayed before me in libidinous sacrificial offering. The table had become the new altar for our i****tuous High Mass as I silently prepared to forsake all of my moral beliefs. I thought of Adam and Eve. My Mother was now the impious Eve calling out to me with her illicit, maternal fruit. I viewed her feminine offering as so simple and faultless; the delicate, burgundy-colored.