He moved gently within me and it brought a great pleasure, driving me towards an orgasm enriched with the predatorial joy of killing and feeding. Ther... was a completeness there which I struggled to understand, but only weakly at that moment. The connection between sex and death, it had always fascinated me as an observer, and now as a participant."He's done..." I breathed, licking my lips and moving slowly.I lay between the two corpses, brother and sister, in the center of that great and. Why shouldn't it be me who sleeps with her I'd asked myself more and more often in the preceding months. It should be I who replaces my father in mom's bed, I'd told myself."Don't you worry about me," mom answered, breaking into my reverie, "once I get you off to university I'll go wild." Yeah sure mom," I agreed, having heard this same line at least fifty times over the last couple of years. "I love you... even if you don't like men," I told her, when after finally reaching the church and. I glanced around the bathroom, hoping Misha might have at least left my briefs. There was nothing. I lifted the clothes-hamper lid and peered inside. Right on top of some towels was a pair of pale blue panties. They had to be either Misha’s or her roommate’s. I hesitated, tempted, but I just couldn’t bring myself to try them on. I was just lowering the hamper lid when someone knocked. ‘When you’re ready, come out to the living room,’ Misha called through the door. ‘I have a nice fire going. You. Her hand slipped into the fly of his pajamas and withdrew his prick. “This is one of the best breakfasts I can think of, honey,” she said, laughing lewdly.She smeared her cheeks and chin with the dripping piss hole of her son’s cock, then began kissing his prick. But Donny wanted more than kisses. He tried to shove his cock into his mother’s mouth, and Peggy teasing, held him away... “You’re so damned eager, aren’t you?”“Suck me, Mother!” he grunted. “Please, suck my cock!”“My pleasure,” she.