She forced in a giantGranny Smith, and strapped my jaw shut onto it with a leather belt,beforewheeling my roasting tin into the kitchen, where my oven...aited.I was slid slowly intothe specially built gas oven, and it was set to 200C. I sat therewhile it began to heat up, sweat stated pouring off me in droves. Ineeded something to drink, but knew it was not going to happen. Thenshe took me out, and stated to baste me.“We don't want youburning now, do we?” she said. Through the doorway I could see. What comfort and peace remained in such dreams was drawn from surety that nothing she did, said, or desired mattered anymore.Three times she repeated this ritual without interruption. Fresh sustenance arrived while she slept, but it was the only sign that anyone else existed in her narrow universe. Are these days that pass? Nights? Neither? In truth, she neither knew nor cared. Her bruises were gone, her damaged holes fully healed of their traumas. Though her sex throbbed with near-constant. Mom would startle any young man. She was a cheerleader in high school, and her looks had not started to fade very much. The bikini she wore definitely accented her curves. She stood 5 7, still only weighed about 135 pounds, and her butt still looked darn fine!! The 34 c breasts may have begun to sag a bit, and it was not hard to see why the neighborhood men still checked out mom when she went for a jog. Something about those cheerleader legs in short jogging shorts that caught a mans eye. . I started to push in more and finally got all 7" in. Leaving it in her throat for a few seconds I felt her begin to choke. I pulled out and saliva fell everywhere. It felt amazing having somebody so young suck my huge dick, but I still needed more. I turned her over again and jammed two fingers in, releasing a faint moan. I began to finger her violently, until I felt her sweet cum on my fingers. Giving my dick a massage, I directed it towards her young pussy, I began slowly. "Please, please.