" This mother-cunt forgot," she moaned, her tits still bounced painfully. A red angry line had been left across her creamy tits by the belt. "This mot...er-cunt's sorry. She won't forget again." Then lick me," Tommy said, wiggling his ass to the edge of the couch.Duck-walking, Susan moved to him. She stuck her tongue out and licked at the backs of her son's thighs, tasting his warm, young flesh, She wished they would untie her hands so she could touch him and feel his cock and balls.Tommy gazed. Immediately his nose and tongue were all over her tiny cunt, licking furiously. Bri's attempts to push him off were soon forsaken as pleasure overswept her. She fell back on her bed and started thrusting her hips at Buster's snout, moaning and panting. His huge tongue swept her pussy over and over, the tip touching her clit each time. It took her less than a minute to come, and she lay on the bed, breathing harshly. Buster looked a little out of breath himself, and when Bri finally sat up to. That seemed to calm some men down, or at least repurpose how they were worked up. She wasn’t ready for the abruptness of the morning. Her head was throbbing from the liquor and one unlucky bankshot off the headboard.“My grandpa’s coin, where did you put it?” He growled.“I dunno, the couch I think? What time is it?” She mumbled.“Like eight, I guess.” He stomped back out of the bedroom. Work at nine! She really shouldn’t go back to sleep but his bed was so big, a little too firm, but the blankets. As we sat chatting about her problems she asked if she might take a shower, as she had been sort of sleeping rough all night in her car. I agreed and pointed her in the direction of the bathroom and gave her clean towels and a tooth brush.I also told her to use my bedroom to change in should she want to and left out the hairdryer for her. As she showered I went down stairs and made some more tea. About 15 minutes passed and I could hear the hairdryer, then it stopped and Melissa called to me so.