My eyes snapped back to the monitor as the shadow of a huge cock and smooth dangling ballsack ... Mr. Reynold’s huge, half-hard cock ... darkened Mo...’s ass. It, too, was twitching and weeping with precum anticipation.“Oh baby ... he’s just so big,” I heard her reply somewhat worriedly.“Don’t worry ... don’t worry ... Jack here’s a pro ... he’ll take real good care of you,” Dad cooed. “Just relax, babe.”Preparing for doggy-style entry, I watched as Jack moved into position and slowly began. Despite her vow she couldn’t get the image of her son coming home from school and wanking into her worn panties. She loved him so much she could never be cross with him for this. This routine carried on for the next few days and when she came to doing the next smalls washing she looked for evidence that her son had cum in her panties, and wasn’t disappointed. One of the pairs of panties was still damp with his cum, he must have wanked in them before going to school she thought. Without thinking. Broken . . . from the start.Parents don't know what damage they do to their children with things that seemso unimportant at the time. They think everything heals with time. Some things don't heal. Everything matters!When he looked up, John could see that he was at the edge of what appeared tobe a large pond. He was through the labyrinth! The less he thought about finding the way through the flora, and more on his past, the easier it had been. It seemed like the way through the maze had. His tongue lapped at my clit in broad, slow, forceful movements. His fingers worked deep into my holes, slowly though, and it felt amazing. As I started to orgasm I heard voices approaching the door. Just as I started creaming all over Mike’s mouth the door opened. It was too late. I was already in the throws of a huge orgasm and Mike just kept on licking my pussy so well while drilling his fingers deeper and deeper into my pussy and ass. Then he pulled his fingers from my pussy as I came down.