To be crass, the term I’m thinking of would be ‘Tits’. Like I said before, you can’t miss seeing that my mother’s breasts are full; and I gu...ss big, voluptuous, and all those kinds of words, fit. Her cleavage showed whenever it got the chance. I had no guilt about sneaking peaks whenever I could, but in my head it had nothing to do with having sex with her.She said, “I shouldn’t have told you…but…”“It’s okay mom, I just need to process this, and we have to talk about…maybe you should see. I cried into the pillow as they each took turns plowing into me from behind. Paul was massively thick, thicker than I expected. As he drove into me I felt like I was being divided in two. Mark wasn’t as massive, but he fucked me harder, pulling my hair and then, just when I was about to cum, grabbing my throat. I felt the world spin off as my orgasm crashed into me. I felt like I was being swept out by the tide.They passed me back and forth for what seemed like an hour, occasionally stepping. I could feel his penis caressing the walls of my vagina, filling every part of me, and where there had been two people there was now only one, one new divine being of love and passion.I was almost speechless with rapture, but I managed to cry out, "I love you Daddy, I love you and I am completely yours now."We did not move for what seemed like an eternity, almost as if time had been suspended, as we floated in a sea of bliss. Then Daddy started to stroke and squeeze my clitoris, and I ascended. “That shotgun’s got a mean kick, girl,” he said, smiling.“I know,” I said.He started laughing, and all the other young men joined him.“You’ve got quite a girl there, cowboy,” said Kenny.“I know,” said Dad.Dad was silent as we walked out to the truck a short while later. I was tense, for I expected him to be mad at me for disobeying him. When he still hadn’t said anything when we got on to the interstate, I was sure I was in trouble.“I’m sorry, Dad,” I said, thinking to preempt him. “But I was.