They were twisting and thrusting and pulling on each other as their passions reached a peak. She was now holding Fernando as tight as she could and sc...eaming at him, "Breed me, Breed you fucker," she screamed and then dug her fingernails into his butt. He was driving her crazy with his fucking now. She had passed into a sexual realm without definition. Her eyes looked darker, possessed by something demonic and bewitching a predatory b**st that needed to be fed. What I was witnessing soared. They couldn’t seem to connect with any at a bar or online. I went to this town and rented a cabin by the water. I put the word out the Pussy Café had come to their town. It is a very small town with less than 100,000 inhabitants. I learned the men were so excited they also alerted the men from neighboring towns. That week, my café served sexless men from four townships. Every day I was there, I flowed a river of cum and I was dipped in white sugar from head to toe as each man used my café for. While she bent to put the boxers, her face came near to my dick. I am sure she had a clear view of it. She put it on and walked out of the room. The whole day I was thinking dirty stuff about my mom.The next day was the last day of our rituals. I was feeling very sad because I might not get many chances like this again in my life.Day 3 of rituals.The next day morning, my mom, as usual, came to my room to wake me up. She wakes me up. Once I opened my eyes, I saw my beautiful mom standing beside. Wiping the flow down the shaft to lubricate my now-tightening grip, wet sounds began to fill the quiet air of the cabin as my pumping grew more and more fevered. Visions of the events described on the pages filled my mind, and I closed my eyes and relied on memories to finish the fueling of my masturbatory frenzy. Nearing the doorstep of imminent release, I could feel my heavily laden balls drawing close to the base of my cock precedent to orgasm when suddenly, I was yanked back from the brink.