My pussy clenched on her thrusting dick. My body drank in the sensations. Heat rushed through me from the excitement of making my mother cum. From the...sheer, incestuous thrill of our illicit passion. All while my sister fucked me hard.“Yes, yes, yes, such naughty girls I gave birth to,” moaned Mom. “Making Mommy cum! Oh, yes! Lick my snatch, my little slut-daughter. Lick up all of Mommy’s cream. You just love her sweet juices.”“So much!” I whimpered between licks, pleasure churning in my pussy.. I couldn't take it, so I mentioned that I needed to use the toilette and stepped out. I stayed outside the curtain for several minutes. When I came back, I could only see shadows through the curtains. Suddenly, I noticed muffled sounds coming from the other side…I could see through that Jack's head was between my wife's legs, but I couldn't see exactly what he was doing to her. Whatever it was; she was allowing it, so I decided to stay out a minute. Then I realized that black bastard was. .. I liked that."Thank you, Frank, I've worked very hard to get that effect. We're going to have to do that in the play several times forthree performances, so get used to it," I warned. I was ready. I was enjoying myself. Frank was a big guy, and very handsome, something I had just begun to notice. Kissing him wasn't all that bad, in fact, it was great, although I'd never kissed a boy before, but then, I'd never felt this much like a woman before either. I had become totally immersed in this. " And I rolled my eyes and said, "Of course I do, how could I give my girlfriend anything less than the best?" And Meredith tossed her hands and sighed with an expression of exasperated affection, and let me be my usual sappy self.We sat at the table—a little too large for just the two of us, but nothing to be done about that. Meredith, of course, took the first bite. I felt a passing flicker of panic—what if I'd totally screwed up? What if the chicken was pink, the rice inedible? What if I'd.