"Now, if you think this has made my dick get soft, remember, I'm fifteen. And there are three pretty, naked females in the bed with me.So, I get back ...here I love being, between my mother's legs, grip my cock, and push forward into her wet, eager depths."Mmm, oh, that's nice, Brad. Oh, push in more, get me deep, Brad, yes, oh, like that. Perfect. Mmm."I glance to either side as I'm going in and out and each sister is sitting near the end of the bed, cross-legged, rubbing their pussies as Mom. The following afternoon I was knocking at her door with two bouquets of flowers, one for Becky and the other for her mother, who I had seen lurking in the background the night before. Becky's mother opened the door; I presented her with her bouquet and apologised to her for bringing Becky home so late the night before. There are times when you have to crawl. Then I asked if I could speak to Rebecca.Becky and I finished up going for a walk in the local park and later that evening we went bowling. Fleshy fingers worked up between the v of her thighs. A booted foot kicked at her ankle forcing her to spread wider, allowing access for the searching digits.A hand slid around her waist, gripping the flesh, her skirt now in tatters as hands glided across her struggling form. The probing of a finger against her womanhood bought a fresh scream to her lips. A hand flew to her mouth, silencing her. Her eyes wild with panic as she felt is violate her depths. Her blush renewing as she heard a low. "?She smiled. ?"Thank you, Sir. ?Thank you for everything. ?I love you." ? He slapped her gently on the face and stood up.?"Pig, hand me the ax." ??This time I silenced my guilt and my worries completely and just obeyed. ?It was really heavy in my hands. ??"Kiss your slave sister goodbye."?I bent down and kissed the slave gently on the lips. ?She smiled a tiny bit and said "Good luck, pig cunt." ??Before he even asked, she used the last of her strength and stretched her neck out as much as she.