“G’day mate,” she said.“Day-ee.”“I’m off.” She rolled away.Jim watched her go. He sighed.“I hate to see her leave ... but I love to ...atch her go.”I grinned, “That extra wiggle? It’s just for you.”“So ... what car did you buy her?” Jim asked.“Which one?”“More than one?”I ticked off my fingers. “Three cars: full on restored rally 1973 Ford Escort ... with four wheel drive added. Dirt track Holden super mod, Formula Ford circuit car ... one dually Ford pickup ... gooseneck enclosed two car trailer. "But then, I was used to being my own man and that was taken away from me. Before if something bothered me, or I wanted to think, I mounted my bike and went for a ride. I lived in a room two thirds smaller than your bedroom for at least twenty hours in the day. Later when I was assigned to a work detail, I was still there more than half the day."You had no choice but to eat what they fed you and you were told when, where, and what, to do and little variation even in that. You were told anyway,. It is held in place by a red halter like strap going under her arms and around her back. Again, the bear shoulders reveal that her bra is strapless."You better not jump around in that top," warns Mary with a smile.Their reverie is interrupted by a knock on the door."Better be Mark," Maggie grins looking at each of their ensembles."It is," answers Abbey as she opens the door to let him in."Hello girls," he smiles."Nice Truck," Abbey tells him looking out the door. "Is that a bike on that. Puke is dripping onto my balls, down my thighs, all over Mom, and on the floor. It smells rancid, but I can't stop.I lean over to place my left hand into the puddle on the bed from earlier as I keep pulling her head back and forth along with drilling her face as fast and hard as possible. "You're mine, Mom."(Jessica)I can't believe this is happening. It felt awful to vomit, I hate that feeling. But at the same time, being used so hard in this manner by my own son has my pussy dripping. Like.