He was soaked in Mommy's juices. I writhed in delight, my tongue dueling with my brother's. I shivered as Mom's hand stroked down my sleek back to my ...ush. She gave my rump a squeeze as she kissed at my shoulder, her lips so wet.I shuddered at the feel of her body pressing against my back. She was such a loving mother; my brother's submissive sex slave. Once, she was Dad's sex slave, but with his passing, Clint stepped up as the man of the house in every way.I shivered as Mom's fingers slid. I went into the bedroom and shrugged my shoes and laid on the bed. She pulled her hooded sweatshirt up over her head. She didn't have a bra on and I loved the sight of her small breasts and the small bars that pierced both of her nipples and the small hoop that pierced her belly-button. She got down on the floor in front of me and slowly pulled my jeans over my hips and down to the floor. She pulled my socked feet up of the bed and rested them on her shoulders. The next thing I know she is. She rode very gingerly and took all the jumps as smooth as she could but she still smacked down now and then. This time when she hit it sent little shock waves up insde her. She worried that she was hurt internally. As she rode more it was apparent only her pussy was really sore. Her ass was not as bad as she expected. She still got that funny ache way down deep whenever she landed hard though. She did three hours for about fifteen times through the circuits. A few well wishers came by and. As soon as I’m out of sight of prying eyes, he grabs my shoulder and spins me around, then presses me up against the brick wall with his body. His hands are already fumbling with the bottom of my hoodie, and in moments his cold flesh is tracing up my stomach to their goal.“Start talking,” I demand in a controlled tone as he grabs both my boobs and squeezes…hard. I don’t release the moan of pain that wants to escape. I know he’ll get the wrong idea.“Saw that little brown haired bitch last.