I cried, tears welled up, and ran down my cheeks. This was what I had wished for, longed for. He slapped me again, his palm striking the base of the b...tt plug, forcing it further into me. He slapped my bum again. I heard the front door close. Mum was home. Oh my fucking god, what would she say. An hour ago I didn’t care. That was an hour ago. Now I was terrified of her reaction. Steve was fucking me from behind, one of my legs on the back of the sofa. My arms ached, my wrists hurt as the. ” he demanded. “I want to fuck her mouth!” He thrust his rigid dick toward her and she opened her mouth, desperately sucking on his shaft while her hips continued to thrust against John’s probing tongue. I was still crouched on the other side of Ellen as she tightened her hand and furiously masturbated my dick. His own arousal at a near breaking point, John stopped his licking of Ellen’s pussy and stood up, his huge dick quivering and bouncing against his stomach. He spread her legs wider. He hasn't had sex in about 5 days and the feeling of her hand massaging his leg begins to make his cock grow. She starts to suck on his right ear while rubbing her hand up and down his leg. She never touches his cock thus driving him crazier by the second. Soon they arrive home and go inside.They immediately head upstairs to their bedroom and begin making out passionately on the bed. After a few minutes, she gets up and tells him she'll be right back. He takes off his clothes and gets back in. And my mother sending me here was the best decision she ever made.I finish my morning workout, shower, and dress. I head down stairs to the smell of bacon. I walk into the dining room and see a table with bacon, eggs, and pancakes. “Happy birthday,” grandma says as I burst into tears. I have never felt this loved since I was five years old when I lived here. My own mother never made me feel this loved. Not even my step father or sister did this for me. “Oh George, don’t cry,” grandma sooths. “I.