I opened the door, only to be confronted by my seventeen year old step-daughter, Trina."Daddy!" she said jumping into my arms, wrapping her legs aroun... my waist, trapping my still rigid cock tight against her jean clad pussy. "Can I crash here? Please? That bitch kicked me out!" Trina baby!" I replied, my hands cupping her ass, trying to maintain my balance, "If 'that bitch' refers to your mother, you need to watch what you say. Now, it's two o'clock in the morning. We'll talk at breakfast. You. I want you eating so much cum that you aren’t hungry for your regular meal! So, probably only a handful each day next week and then by the end of the summer you can take fifty or more without trouble,” mom said.“We’ll be bow-legged! Ma’am” Honey observed“With any luck,” Mom chuckled. “Some of what you earn will go directly to your family for groceries after the damages to my home. Are you still sure you want to be my whore?” she asked.Honey and Candy agreed, but I was reluctant. Mom told me I. I was amazed with her strength. I smiled shyly and looked down. She laughed softly and kissed me on my lips. I felt the warmth of her kiss on my lips.She pushed me back on the bed and climbed on top of me. She held me down by pinning me down my hands on the bed and hungrily kissed me on the lips. I responded passionately. I felt her weight on my body as we passionately sucked each others lips. I placed my legs around her hips and closed my eyes, pushing her closer to me as our bodies heated up. I only regretted not having a camera with me (something I bore in mind on subsequent occasions.) The lad was now on the vinegar stroke, and with a howl, came again, deep into my wife’s pussy. As had happened earlier, he was quickly replaced by his friend, who again started to fuck my wife with vigour, almost as if he was trying to ram his arse right through to the other side of her. He lasted for another few minutes, when he too came, with a screech that was just about drowned by the scream.