His word made me feel a little more at ease, but I could not take my eyes off his crotch and the monster of a black cock sticking out of his pants tha... he was stroking. I thought to myself, do him first and the rest will be a piece of cake. A knock came on the door to the room.Tom, Ron and Ann had arrived and things were getting weird. Ann was in a wheel chair. As soon as the door closed Tom took off the trench coat Ann was wearing. Let the coat fall over the back of the wheel chair. Although we were disgusted at first, we soon became accustomed to it and even began to enjoy it. That is when our lust towards our mom began to grow with each passing day. Her shapely ass and tits were hard to miss and gave us both a perpetual hard on most of the time.We used to closely notice mom’s cleavage every time she bent down to clean the floor. If one of us saw mom’s treasures, we would nudge the other and point to mom’s sexiness. Many times, we even peeped into mom’s room when she was. “Bitch you are so good! But I have to try that pretty teen arse.”“Don’t hurt me! “ My plaintiff whimper was not all for the filming, it was years since I’d accomodated such a huge prick in my tight asshole, “ You’ll be fine,” laughed Tony spitting on my puttered hole, he gently rubbed in the saliva, his two fingers eased inside my anus, he spat again and I felt the cool saliva being caressed into my hole, slowly lubricating me, he spat once more, onto his hand, massaging his angry, contrasting. Afterwards, though, that was what we really clung to. Afterwards he’d hold us, his cock still in our asses, cum deep inside our bowels. Hold us and whisper things in our ear. He’d tell us how beautiful we were and we’d believe him and hold onto the feeling for as long as we could, feeling beautiful and loved.That’s why we worried. It wasn’t all about the sex. It was that feeling. Of being beautiful. Of being loved.Blanket told us about the last time Daddy had taken him. It had out behind the.