Her son never failed to arouse her beyond belief. They kissed over and over, their tongues touching and probing into each other’s mouth. Anand ran h...s hands through his mother’s thick, lustrous hair, then cupped her tits again. While he massaged her bursting tits, his amma reached down and stroked his big cock, feeling it throb lewdly in her hands. Anand shifted his position and pushed his mother down onto her back. He lay next to her and, propping his head up on his elbow, he traced designs on. It was no work at all to keep things in synch as the passion grew until finally she locked her legs around my hips, her arms around my body, and together we let passion bloom for both of us at the same driving, striving, reaching and loving moment when I drove my cock deep into her core and she drove her tongue into me.We must have spent over a minute at the peak, wordlessly sharing our intense feelings on each other. Then it was over.I forced myself to collapse next to her instead of settling. And you have brought me a young lady. Look up, my treasure. Let me see you. Welcome aboard the Golden Cockerel; our Coq d'Or."He spoke to H'adĭn. "You know, I do believe she will satisfy the Sultan." The voice was deep and jolly. Lacie looked up. Delight beamed through her. In a baggy blue suit was a rotund, jovial, bearded seaman with the biggest smile she had ever seen. "If ever," she thought, "Santa Claus were to take to the ocean, he would be this captain."The captain of the Coq d'Or. Last I heard, he had set out for his family’s farm back in Alberta. We were then housed for a bit by the Anti-Slavery Office, which recommended prosecution.“After all of that, my pimp got a ten year sentence in the Republic’s maximum security prison near Henderson. They seized his assets, too, of course. I still think that this was a light sentence, though, given his crimes against us. Oh, and that, I think, was why the legislature passed that cap on the number of concubines one could keep on.