The scent was overwhelming; my mom’s normal aroma, mixed with sweat. I had an overpowering urge to hold her close and breathe deeply of her scent. �...�I guess I’m going to go shower and get dressed,” she said. “Yeah,” I said again, never releasing her luscious body with my stare. She suddenly looked so small, so powerless; not at all like my mom. Not at all like I was her little boy. More like she was a sexy little petal for me to pluck. Even from several steps away, I sensed that her skin. She was not struggling or fighting, she was letting him do what he wanted; she just sat and did nothing, as he held her head and jaw, looking up at him as he thrust in and out of her mouth. His semen was all over her face and running down her chin.“Get your pants down, bitch”. He ordered Helena, as she fumbled with her belt and zipper, eventually working her pants and panties over her hips and down her long shaped legs.He pulled the passenger door open and dragged Helena out. Then he closed the. I struggled to get loose again, but to no avail. Finally I was able to pull my face away from Michael's enough so I could look into his eyes. He was still thrusting up into my pussy from underneath, rhythmically, about once every second or so, in and out, in and out, it seemed so deliberate, not really fast, just constant. Then as I opened my mouth to speak, Michael said, "Baby, Billy watches my back over in Iraq every day. How can I let him go back without a really good memory to keep him. The recording is mine though. I want this to be added to our doodling album. I have a bunch of Lisa, some of both of you together, and a couple of you, Chuck. Add in some of the neat stuff that comes from the patio, and I have a very saleable piece of music."With a smile and a tug at my sleeve, Lisa told me, "Come on, put your guitar up and let's go to breakfast. The rest of the household has already gone to Steve's. They could see you through the windows and didn't want to disturb you while.