”I glanced into the living room and sighed. I shrugged my shoulders.“Why here?”“I think that’d be hot.”“What, it’s not ‘Hot’ enoug... just fucking your mother?” I barked. “… we have to do it in the kitchen, where we eat?” My stomach flip/flopped again and I felt the heat in my face again as well.“Come on, Please?”I think I was becoming somewhat detached at this point. I figured it didn’t really matter. Let’s just get this over with. Jerome probably wouldn’t wake up till tomorrow afternoon anyways. Trying to sell myself on putting my mouth on Colette’s “twat” though I remember thinking who does that kind of thing? And what about all that splooge on it! But the more I looked at it the more I began being turned off at the idea of actually doing cunnilingus on this exciting woman. The strange thought went through my head I wonder is Dad does this to Mom. I wonder if it looks like Colette’s ... and I wonder how it tastes. That was it I had to do it. I had to find out.I had seen pictures of. I was worried that he was going to cum. When he seemed to have recovered, I slowly began to fuck him. Small oscillations at first but building until his cock was barely in my vagina at the top of my stroke and buried as deep as it would go as I pounded down onto him. Giles began to thrust up to meet my down ward stroke. I was close to orgasm and I could tell that he was, too. I felt him begin to shoot as my own climax started. He seemed to go on for ever which helped elongate my own orgasm.. Keep rocking back. I want to cum so hard.”“Yes, yes, yes,” I hissed, rocking back into her, my head tossing back and forth as the pleasure churned in my cunt. “I love it. I'm going to cum so hard.”“You're possessed,” she gasped. “Jesus, Yunie, you're fucking me so hard.”“I just want to make you cum so hard, Dandi! So hard!”“This will do it! Churn my cunt!”The pleasure built in me as we rocked back. I savored our butt-cheeks meeting, clapping together, the dildo driven deep into both our cunts,.