My mind went on auto-pilot and my endless humping became an act of instinct. There was literally no thought in my mind but the infinite pleasure that ... was deriving from committing the most heinous act one could commit. I was fucking my mother. That lone thought penetrated the dark cloud of pleasure. And I smiled...*"Mmm, Will... slow down. You can stop, mommy needs a break." I glanced at the clock. Thirty minutes of intense fucking had flown by, and my cock was still as hard as oak. Sweat. She thought vaguely of folding her arms over her chest, or doing something to cover herself up, except she couldn't for some reason. She couldn't even bring herself to sit down at the table, so at least she could use the table to hide the lower part of her body from her gawking brother. Instead, she stood across the table from Todd, eating spoonfuls of yogurt straight from the container with long, slow licks ... saying nothing, and sucking lewdly on the spoon as her brother stared lasciviously. My prick was rock hard again now as I alternatively fiddle with Vanessa's clitoris and slid my middle finger deep within her wet warmth. All the time she held my wrist, forcing me upon herself. "If I let go of your hand," she asked, "do you promise not to take it away? Not to stop what you're doing?" "What would you do if I did?" I asked. "I just might decide I like wearing clothes," she replied, threateningly. "Cruel woman," I said. Reassured, she let go of my hand and, while I kept up my. She laid face down on the palette that he had prepared, waiting patiently for him to begin. He reached for the warmed oil, covering the palms of his hands with stuff, and placed it back out of the way.As his hands made gentle contact with her skin, an involuntary moan escaped her lips. She too, had been anxiously waiting for this moment in time. He tenderly drew the tension out of her muscles, kneading and caressing her skin and the tissue beneath. He started at the top of her neck, where her.