She tried to control her rhythm, but her instincts quickly consumed her. Her face contorted in the sweet agony of orgasm and she threw back her head. ...roplets of sweat fell on me. I had not moved, letting her do all the work."Pleasure me," I demanded.She humped faster. I massaged her breasts, stroked her thighs, and tickled her clit, which was a hard and prominent knob of pleasure. Orgasm after orgasm wracked her, leaving us soaked in her sweat and love juices, until she sagged on me too. "Daffy, I think the beer is hitting our man of honor here a little hard. Why don't you go fix him a glass of milk?" Sure!"She left for the kitchen, and Grant walked over to a cabinet and opened the drawer. "You're just going to have to get used to it, Davy. Once a woman that's been this hungry for so long finds what she's after, she stays with it. I think you'll be seeing a lot of new attitudes in your mother from now on."David was just shaking his head.Grant pulled a tape out of the cabinet,. ”“Will do, Mrs. Marlow,” Natalie texted back. She was such a good slut. I was glad to have her. “Want me to invite Georgia?”“Sure,” I texted back. “She’ll make it fun.”Natalie sent back a winky emoji. I sent similar messages to Georgia and Sky. I smiled and rocked back and forth in my computer chair. I glanced at the clock. Ten minutes to go. I shuddered, wanting to just get to it. My clit throbbed, aching to burst into a futa-dick.A big mommy-cock to love my daughter.She would have so much fun. It was thick, almost so thick that his large hand couldn't close completely around it."Time for a shower," he said quietly to no one in particular.Of course, he was looking forward to some private time with his meat more than anything. He looked longingly where there used to be a door to his room; it had fallen apart a few years back and Pappa didn't have the money to fix it then. Instead, he gave Momma a present a few years later, just last winter, and put in a modern bathroom with hot water..