Kathy arched her ass completely off the bed as a mighty orgasm pounded suddenly and violently through her trembling loins."Fuck! I'm cumming, Billy!" ...he moaned. "Suck your mother! Suck your mother! Oh, fuck! Oh, shit! I'm cuuummingggg!" It was one of the most intensely satisfying climaxes Kathy had ever had. Her ex-husband had been a truly gifted pussy-licker, but the knowledge that it was her own son sucking her off made Kathy's orgasm even more satisfying.Desperately, she clutched her. I looked over at Daniela, who moved her eyes to the door as if to tell me to go as well.As I got to the bottom of the stairs, I heard the bathroom door shut upstairs. I went upstairs and waited a couple of mins. Lucy then came back out “oh hello you” she said with a massive smile on her face.She then said, “Daniela and I have been talking, I know it’s a bit iffy with you being my friends son but you’ve become so hot!” She then put her hands on my chest, I put. Or so it seemed to her now, as she lay there.There was nothing to do but think. Paul wanted no books or other diversions to relieve the monotonous boredom of her solitary confinement. And when she had nothing but her own thoughts, she kept coming back to the same ones, over and over. And by constantly dwelling on her humiliation, her degraded actions with Paul -- and now, even with Betty -- she could feel only shame for what she had become. She wished that he had killed her. Then it would be. Again, I could have said something, but I didn’t. He started rubbing my clit between his two fingers, and then would stick a finger in my pussy, shoving it in, taking it out, shoving it in, taking it out. That hurt. I liked it when he was playing with my clit though.Before the end of summer, he was sleeping in my room most nights, alternating between fingering me and playing with my clit, jacking himself off with my hand. Eventually I started doing it on my own, without his hand to guide me. I.