I breathed in, that wonderful, lavender scent coming from my futa-mommy and the futa-MILF. Their cum brimmed in me.“We can't make her into a futa,�... gasped Mom. “I mean... What if it's dangerous?”“It's fine,” said Ms. Harland. “Look at you. You're fine. I'm fine.”“Very fine!” I cooed, sandwiched between them. “With your big mommy boobies and your hard cock. You're so sexy.”“See, it's fine,” purred the MILF. Her futa-cock twitched in me. “Tell me you don't want to feel your daughter's cock. Padmini was now moaning loudly. In the next few seconds, her pussy tightened and hugged my cock. She came with a loud sound.Now I made her sleep on the bed facing me. The cake was smeared all over her boobs. I licked every inch of it. Then I smeared the cake’s cream to my cock and shoved it into her mouth. She devoured it for a minute.Then I started fucking her in missionary position. Due to all the licking I have done to her, she was already wet inside and ready to come. This time we both. I now had an understanding with the federal and state authorities: as long as I stayed out of the drug business, the right people (provided they got their cut every month) would be happy to look the other way. Now, we had only two businesses: gambling and girls. The card games and roulette tables catered mainly to the rich pricks who could afford to piss away thousands in one night, while the escort service employed mostly young women from China, Central America, Eastern Europe and the U. S. of. Mom hugged me and told me that since I would only be around a few days a month that I could have the room in the basement. That way whenever I was home I could see the boys. I hugged her and thanked her. She knew I was trying to put my life back together.I told Joe at the bar about my job and thanked him for helping me out when I needed it most. It was then he told me he was friends with my dad. Again, I had to thank my dad for standing by me. He didn't just do it for me but made me learn to.