He smiled at an aural memory. The sulfurous stench of room temperature eggs tickled his nose. Shaking his head, he added them to the reheating queue.S...e’s not mine, but she’s not his, either. Not exclusively. Not anymore.The microwave beeped. He exchanged the eggs for a steaming cup of caffeinated velocity.Does that mean she’s ours? What if one of us doesn’t want to share? Or what if she doesn’t want to be shared? What then?He took a sip, physically satisfied but existentially troubled. The. For better or worse, it was time to come all the way clean, especially knowing that they liked the book. "There's a reason the author's name isn't on it," he said. "The working title at the moment is Slave of Sinsy, but it's changed a few times, and I'm open to suggestions." You're open to suggestions?" Michelle grinned. "Dick, that's five bucks you owe me." I voted with Michelle," Rob grinned. "I thought the dark, antifundamentalist message had to be something that came from the heart. Dick. My cock unloaded a final time, my mother's asshole milking out all my cum. I swayed, holding her. “I love you Troy!” she moaned.I leaned over her, hugging her. I pulled her to me as we trembled. I nibbled at her ear. “Mmm, we are going to change our town, Mom.”“We are. You'll show all those mothers how to love their sons.” She looked over her shoulder at me as I kneaded her tits, my cock still hard in her asshole. “Just like you showed me how much I loved you. I was so confused before.”I smiled. The second guy now clearly happy was just videoing the woman up close as he used her mouth like a second pussy. As the second woman kept moving around videoing from all angles I noticed at one point that she had her hand between her legs. Things seemed to be getting hotter and I couldn’t move for the scene in front of me. My blood was racing as my cock was twitching watching the action in front of me. As my cock hardened watching, the first man started to grunt and say he was about to cum. The.