"Fuck me Jake!" she growled seductively at me."Anything for you Mom." I replied in earnest as she used her hand to guide me into her hot wet pussy.We ...ent wild as we fucked; trying to tear each other’s cloths off. We grunted and screamed at each other in totally unreserved lust as I pounded my Mom's pussy harder than I thought I could.I could feel myself tapping her cervix with almost every thrust making her scream passionately as her amazing vaginal muscles gripped and squeezed my firm rod.We. It was Marie, who ended up sleeping with me that night, it was a one night party this time and after we'd had sex, she asked me if I'd ever performed in a club.I laughed and she said, "Oh the guys who do make a lot of money, Ron, lots. And, well, they get all the pussy a guy would ever want as well." How do you know?" I've been to one and got to know one of the guys pretty well. Mine is one of the pussies he gets all the time. I think you should talk with him about trying out."I laughed again. Ewwww! How could she do that? Then she lifted up and dropped the scab into my mouth. No surprise there. But then she held her hand over my mouth and squeezed the yellow pus into my mouth. I guess it's a good thing that they still give me a daily antibiotic.The somber mood remained all week. They all stayed home from work on Wednesday for the funeral.That night, Laurie sat on me without peeing and said, "We talked forever about what to do with Julie's ashes." Oh? What would Mistress Julie have. It was locked, so she was made to unlock it, John keeping a stranglehold om her neck. She was then pushed roughly into her spick and span room, landing on her bitch brigade bag. As the pain subsided, megan realized what had just happened. Her brother, instead of freeing her, had dragged her by her hair. Her hair! Which was out of bounds even for girls. She knew 18th century women were often dragged by their hair, but her. President of Women's Society? She wanted to drown in her cum drenched.