"Oh god!" Justin kissed his mom's neck, inhaling her sweet, clean scent. "Mom!" That's right. She's my mom. He was fucking her with the kind of passio... that can only come from conflicting drives and emotions, the kind that most people are lucky if they experience once or twice in their life. And it felt incredible, like eating the forbidden fruit and having all other tastes ruined for him. The whole kitchen creaked each time Justin pushed forward. Every thrust gave him a burst of illicit. “Not ... it’s not!?” Lia asked, puzzled.I smiled. “Time for a story?”“Will it help with this?” Lia asked as she gave her tail a little shake. The plug end. It wobbled heavily.“It might.”“Then please, go for it,” Lia said, sounding hopeful but also unsure how a story could help.“Okay, so this goes to a lot of places, the story I mean, but trust me, it’s not as bad as you maybe think it is if you’ve not done it before, at least once you get used to it a little. You see the thing is, back when I. "I thought for a few minutes after hanging up how I was going to pursue this matter. Mr. Silva Cranz was a respected accountant with a penchant for the thin wire frame glasses that marked many of his trade. He was presently climbing the Chicago social ladder. He was well thought of and fairly brilliant in his field.I met him in 1973 after he took the reigns of his families manufacturing business. We had some mutual business and continued to see one another. He liked old cars, planes, and women,. " You get to watch then." Poor Roger's face went red. I don't know why. I'd watched him before and he'd watched others fuck me often enough. Maybe it was because JeanPaul had returned and sat with his arms around me while we watched. Fortunately Roger's erection kept standing and, after some initial faltering, he gave Allaice a creditable fuck. Having abstained for a couple of days, he wasn't long in shooting his seed into her. From what I could see of her belly, I guessed she was in the early.