Alicia headed downstairs, her asshole full of her son's cum, her heart full happiness.***Half an hour later, Alex sat at the table, eating the eggs an... bacon his mother had made for him. Alicia was on her knees under the table, happily licking her son's balls while she stroked his cock. After he finished eating, Alex stood and put his dishes in the sink."Get on the table, slut", he commanded and Alicia quickly obeyed, loving the feeling of being so exposed. Alex walked over to his mother,. "Alright," Samara murmured, finishing her glass of wine in a gulp and slowly standing up.Mark blinked. "Alright?" he said, a bit surprised.Samara nodded, beginning to tug up her sweater, showing a flash of her firm tummy. "Oh, but I get to keep the painting and what not."Mark shook his head. "Well, I've got to keep submit the painting for marking." That's fine," Samara preempted him. "But when you get it back." She grinned suddenly, which surprised him a bit. She looked surprisingly. The feel of his cock through the satin panties was unlikeanything I had ever experienced. It was forceful yet gentle. I keptmoaning and whimpering."Well, clearly, you're still uninterested," he said."Shut up, and do it faster and harder," I said. He complied, thrustingharder and faster.I couldn't hold back any longer. I began making high pitched squeaks,"Unh, oh, g-d, yes..." I came, but it felt more deeper than any orgasmI had ever had. I felt it in the pit of my stomach. Tom stuck his handin. The sheer volume of fluid being ejected from her vagina was enough to announce her orgasm.A few moments later, I was able to breathe freely again and Martha's vagina was no longer hovered over my face.A hand stroked my now very hard penis. I was ready to burst. The object in my ass was removed and re-inserted-not slowly as before, but this had the urgency of a good ass screwing. Just before I blew my load, it all stopped. Only moments passed, but it seemed like hours.My head was raised and a.