I leaned forward, against the washing machine feeling the hum and vibrations throughout my body. “I’ll tell people how much of a slut you are,” ...en growled, pressing himself behind me, pushing me harder up against the laundry machine. “Are you trying to blackmail me?” I hissed, trying to ignore the bulge in his pants that was throbbing into my backside. “I prefer the term persuade,” he whispered. I bit my tongue, my eyes narrowing, at the childish thing he was trying to do. “So let me get this. " Hmm. When we get back make an appointment." Yes Master."He grinned. "I suppose you would like me to make an honest woman of you?" I am an honest woman. If you mean us getting married, that's up to you." I will happily say yes, but will you say yes as well?" I suppose I will have to. If it's a boy then he will have to be legitimate to inherit the title after daddy." Andrea, Lady Andrea. Will you marry this poor strolling player you see before you?" Oh go on then. Your honeyed words got me into. I just sucked on it and sucked on it until finally he erupted deep down my throat. He shot a few more loads in my throat, and I tasted his cum again. I showed Sarah the last of his load in my mouth. She French kissed me, and we shared the taste of his jism until she had me swallow it. “You lucky cocksucker, his cum tastes delicious! I’m jealous. I bet his cock tastes wonderful too. But you don’t know a good cock from a bad one, yet. That will change. Now get down on me and lick me until I fall. " "Why?" he asked. "Well, because it's a private thing, honey," I said. I really had no credible argument, but I needed to get his mind off of that track. "Besides, mommies don't show themselves to their little boys." "How come?" he said. "I thought you said there was nothing wrong with being naked." I was beginning to get frustrated - not with David, just with the mess I'd gotten myself into. On the one hand, I knew what I had to do as a mother; I knew the right thing to do was to.