He wiggles his hips a bit and shakes me to the core. My tongue is still deep in her cunny when I start to feel her shake. She cumms in my open mouth. ...is cock slowly moves in and out a couple inches at a time. My boicunt lubing him as he strokes. She gets off my face just as he starts to take long deep strokes. At least eight inches are sliding in and out of me now. I start to shake deep inside. I can feel my own orgasm building so deep within me. His cock is stroking my prostate with every. €œmom!! You can’t mean what you just said!€ Lindsey spoke to me in pure shock. The look on her face was with total disgust. €œmom, tell me that you are joking.”I looked at her square in the eyes and said, “baby girl, I mean it. He wants this and I can’t deny him.” I turned my head away not wishing her to see the sadness in my face, but I know she heard it in my voice. My daughter and I had spent the day together doing the mother/daughter thing. We were topping off the day at the. Then Craig came along and he presses my buttons and I—I just wanted—you know, and I can’t take him to the dorm.”“Hmm...”“I just, you said you were going to be gone, and it was a chance for us to get together, and I didn’t want to—I never meant—I just I wasn’t thinking and I just.” She felt faint, she felt like such a little slut. She felt horrible, like part of her was full of shame and the other was still imagining herself back downstairs.“And so you needed release.”“Yes, oh god yes, I been so. You own all of me." Her voice was a ragged, hoarse whisper.Crack"Who decides what clothes you buy?" You do, Sir." That rule was one of her favorites. Before, she could never decide which dress she liked, or what shoes looked best with which outfit. He chose, and told her she looked lovely. He didn't lie, so she knew she looked good in whatever he picked. She walked around, looking at her nails, looking in the mirror at clothes he picked, feeling owned and cared for, every day.Crack.Her.