" I try to pull away in protest but Tom pushes me down on his dick. I glare at him. It thrills us both to be dominated and have a feisty sub. Tom thru...ts harder and I gag as my eyes water, I can feel his sticky pre cum trickling onto my tongue and just as a tear streaks my cheek he pulls out. I gasp for air and glare at him. Tom grins and strokes my cheek, "Something to say babe?" I stick out my tongue defiantly and Tom laughs, snatching a fistful of my hair in a warning tug, I return my mouth. Ever!I stood up grabbed my things and walked downstairs. As I entered the kitchen Dave was sitting at the table, in front of him a box full of high definition memory cards. I knew it was all the movies from the past 6 years. My heart dropped, my slave masters had betrayed me. All I could do was stare at my husband. Dave told me to sit across from him. Tears began to roll down my cheeks. Then Dave told me not to cry. He explained to me that 6 years ago when I was fucking the movers, he was the. This day would be devoted to orgiastic pleasure, a truly raucous and wanton holiday worthy of The Jack, the savior of Earth and Hell.Yes, by now, I was not only known as the King, the Emperor, etc., but also as The Jack, with a definite article, and why the Hell not? I had the libido of a satyr, the magic of Merlin, and the majesty of Charlemagne or someone like that. I also had a book by me, added to the canon, which was known as “The Book of Jack,” in which I was literally called “The Jack.”. ..Then mom pulled out a flesh colored dildo, which looked as though it was moulded from my own dick, and began thrusting it into her tight delicious cunt as her lips stretched around its wide girth.My hard throbbing dick was aching for release as I pulled it out of my pants and began fist fucking it slowly with long strokes, my eyes glued to the small screen.I never knew that my mom's body was so fucking hot, as she always dresses in frumpy clothes like a librarian... because she is...Mom has.