She had been initially grossed out by the cum all over her hands. He had had to stroke himself hard again as she had laid a towel on the bed. Then s...e let him suck her tits. That had him hard again in minutes and he had started the deflowering of his c***dhood friend. It had been painful for her, scary for him and much messier than either of them expected. She had squirted all over him when she came, and so … well it was a mess…. But the memory of how good her soft body had felt beneath. " Of course, daddy." And keep your panties on." Aw daddy, I like it when I take them off." Yes darling, I know you do, but men look at you, bad men, men who would do bad things to you." What sort of bad things?" Come on, I'll tell you in the pub."She turned heads as we walked into the garden, she wore a short white skirt, just long enough to cover the top of her stockings, a white blouse with the top two buttons unfastened to show the swellings of her breasts, and I was the only one there who. Scratching me here there with titanium like fingernails. She was just priming her prey, me that is, for what was soon to come. We had just had three-hour raw in the bedroom. Both of us are satisfied now we are in a different domain. The domain of pain in blood in whipping and needles and all sorts of perverse things. She begins with needles. She's looking for the right spot to sink in two. Near me she's feeling beneath my left armpit in line with my left nipple. She pinches a wad of flesh. I lowered my face to her and began to lick the undulating curves of her vaginal lips and breathe in her scent. My mind was reeling at the physical sensation of eating a gorgeous pussy and the even deeper psychic turn-on knowing this was my own mother whose cunt I was tasting for the first time in our twenty-three years of familial bond. I tongue-searched for her clitoris and upon finding it, centered my attention to it. Mom responded with a small thrashing around on the bed and some sibilant.