... I didn’t want him to stop. After the pain burned away... Well... I begged him not to stop and then he made me cum again. By the time I could thi...k a little more clearly he had already came inside me.” Abby explains “So anyway none of what you said explains why your mom was chowing my box Olive.”“Uh, yeah it does, I’ll spell it out for you. Wait better yet a demonstration. Karen, Get back to “chowing” Abbeys “box”.” Olive told her mother.And without another word Karen face was buried into. She was still pinned under him but his weight didn't bother her; in fact it made her feel safe and protected. After a few minutes she tightened her legs around him slightly and hugged him to her cooing little meaningless sounds of love and contentment in his ear as she rubbed his back. She tried to keep her mind blank, just drifting in the wonderful sensations of their sex act, well it certainly couldn't be called making love! This had been a mutual explosion of lust!But as she drifted on her. I worship her. My father knows that I have been fucking my mother. He appreciates and encourages our sexual relation. He does not have any alternative, because he too was trained to be her slave. Many a time mother fucks father, and then come to me for fucking. She sleeps with me. She is iddaru mogulla muddula pellam.My mother has been a dominating woman and she controls everyone around her. She has always been the Master of the Game. Her passion for sex has increased with age. She seduces. "Yes, you are quite right, of course. Perhaps you can get Elmer to bring some talent from the mainland... a good choir." Damn the woman! Now she had crossed her legs and the gown had fallen open from the waist down. How could a man be in the presence of those creamy, perfectly molded thighs and keep his mind on her silly conversation? What the hell right did she have being so beautiful, anyway? He'd have to get out of there before he made a fool of himself.He chatted with her another few.