He didn't care. As long as she counted. "F-Fourteen." He felt himself wishing he had chosen the belt. "Fifteen." More sobbing. He was done with the so...bing now. He grabbed both her pigtails in one hand, like an experienced rider takes the reigns of a horse, and pulled her head back. He didn't wait for her to count anymore, she would just have to keep up. He bore down on her with his flat hand in full force. Sixteen. Seventeen, Eighteen. Her mascara was getting muddled with the tears that were. I removed my cum filled fingers from her pussy and rubbed it over my lips and looked at mom. Without hesitation mom bent her body and started sucking my lips, licking the traces of cum out off my lips. I was surprised that my cock was again getting hard which was not a very common thing.Mom had really driven me wild with lust for her; otherwise, it would not be possible for me to regain hardness thrice in quick succession. Suddenly, mom shivered. I realized we were still in the lounge near the. Her behaviour was worse. That tongue tracing its way across her lower lip when he looked, without her ever looking back. Fingers idling in her red hair and casually – accidentally? – brushing a nipple. Crossing her legs side-on, while a hand strayed oh so inadvertently between her thighs. Teasing her ear-lobe, tilting her chin to drape those flaming tresses down her back, all that infernal lip-biting… Fuck! And everything staged so artfully as to retain plausible deniability, should he be fool. I'm sure I can make it worth your while. Say, a thousand dollars a piece?" Fucking bitch!" Maria yelled into Angela's face. "Do we look stupid?" Easy, Maria." Diane interrupted."You saw that article in People last month." Maria continued. "What does she make per episode of that candy ass program - forty thousand dollars! I'll bet she spends more than a thousand dollars a year on her dogs." You have a point, Maria." Diane said. "We'd better get going." she added as she gave a tug on Angela's.