I again started fucking her hard, but this time I held her long hair and started pulling them while fucking her. This made it so hot for her too. She ...tarted abusing me “make me your bitch. Yeah pull my hair hard, fuck me like I am your bitch.”This made me go mad and I went on giving her hard and fast strokes like a bull. I could feel her pussy muscles contracting, even I couldn’t hold it any longer and we both came at the same time. I fell on her with my junior still in her. We had fucked for. Mom was so agitated by the end of the semester that I was sure she didn’t even care if I passed and got a job, all she wanted was my dick! Mom started using all her tricks against me to try and bed me. She would not wear her inners at home, she wouldn’t button up her nighties, giving me full view of her nice, juicy tits every time she bent down. And she began bending down in front of me for silly reasons all the time. But I didn’t relent.When my exams began, all that stopped. I went back to. My Mistress Brenda was no party pooper. She was in there, laughing and joking with the other two, and evidently having an excellent time.Oh, the conversation occasionally swerved off into the kind of girl-talk that might make a male (canine or human) get bored. Whenever that happened, I'd wander around the house -- almost out of earshot -- until their tone and their laughter suggested that they'd returned to Topic A -- some variation of their earlier discussion of men. There was plenty of. .. and Trish and I ... and Mom and I ... really go that far?” I stammered out before Lola planted a fierce, wet, eager kiss on my mouth and slipped me more tongue than I dared to hope in the old days.“Honey, we’re engaged! I’m going to be your wife. You’re going to be my husband. What’s more, Tricia’s our lover now and so is Jessica, or should I call her Mom? Does that answer enough for you? No, baby, you didn’t dream up a thing, O Captain, My Captain. Remind me to get you more rum in the.