Emma had made BBQ chicken in the Crock-pot with vegetables. It wasn’t exactly the fanciest dinner, but she’d had to work that day and had to make ...ood use of her time. She didn’t think Brent was coming strictly for the cuisine anyway.Emma lit two white candles in cheap holders on the table. She wasn’t sure if the candle-light thing was corny, but it felt right to her.She didn’t really know what kind of music Brent was into, so she put on the local soft-rock station to play it safe. You couldn’t. "Make love to me, Brody. Make love to your mother."I bit back the sob that almost escaped my throat. Why couldn't I love my mom the way we wanted without having to worry about what the rest of the world thought? Why did we have to hide it? Whoever said forbidden love was arousing was an idiot. I didn't want my relationship with Mom to be forbidden or hidden, or anything stupid like that. I kept my face buried in her neck so she wouldn't see my tears. Then we made love. It was slow and languid.. Dan's was nomore than 6 inches with a nice thickness and a bulbous mushroom head. My cockis more slim, about 7 inches with a very big red head. After some jacking and jerking, things heated up and we shed all our clothes.Charley passed around a joint and more poppers and we got down to business. Iliked the sight of Dan's cock so much, I went down on him as he sat on the sofa.Meanwhile, Charley straddled Dan while standing on the couch and fed Dan hismassive penis. I could hear Dan slurping. When they were done they each ran a hand over her finding nothing left, nodding at Jake. "Alright Sheeka, you will be a servant in this house or the next for the next 2 years." Jake said. Sheeka was shocked; they weren't going to kill her? She'd get to see her sister again? Running up she threw her arms around Jake hugging and kissing him fiercely. "Thank you for my life," she said as she bowed, "I will do all that I can to make up for all I have done," she whispered. Jake nodded then sent.