"Next time, bitch, don't lose the cocks you are servicing or I'll give you something to really scream about!"I stood over my mom as her head hung over...the edge of the bed, and I began to feed my cock back into her mouth.I pushed forward more and more until I could see her throat distend from cock pushing into it. My mom was a cock sucking pro!I began furiously fucking my mom's face in time to my aunt pounding her pussy. As my orgasm approached, I pulled out and shot my cum over my mom's tits.. My name is Chris Cavanaugh and I’m a typical man. Yes ladies, I sometimes forget to tell my wife stuff I should. You know? Like dinner plans, or guests coming to see us, company get togethers or other details I may forget. It’s not on purpose but I know it’s important for my wife, Wendy to know these things in advance and be prepared.Well this story is about one of the many times I FORGOT to tell Wendy about an appointment and it turned into something really exciting for all involved.Wendy and. ”An older man in a chef’s coat and hat came to us. “Your Graces are welcome. It is our pleasure to serve you.” He shook Jam’s hand vigorously. When I held mine out, he kissed it!He said to me, “Thank you for gracing my kitchen with your presence.” He then embraced me and kissed my cheeks.When we separated, Jam and I bowed. They all bowed back smiling. We left for the dining room. The King was smiling but said, “So much for discipline. Jar, you are a breath of fresh air.”We smiled but kept going. I judged their line of travel the best I could and started scanning with the monocular looking for someplace suitable to free the captives. I thought I saw a cut in a long rocky ridge that might work about two miles north of us. I couldn’t make out enough detail to be sure though.Anna and I talked about it for a few minutes and decided to see if we could work our way around the ridge to the other side. We rode north as fast as we could without raising a dust trail behind us. When we’d traveled.