Only the best for the last night. Only the best. She pours herself another glass from the half empty bottle, and now she turns. She gazes round the ap...rtment, seeing it as if for the first time. The expensive furniture, the Limoges china, silk embroidered cushions and velvet curtains. Elegance and taste, the rewards of success and talent, the accumulation of years of hard won acclaim, and yet not enough. Not all of this can buy another minute on stage. Tonight is the last show. Slowly, a little. Every stop had its collection of others. They all had the same look on their faces. Frankly, they looked like us. You took your pleasures when you could find them and expected nothing else. Thousands of times I spent the night, not in a motel or hotel, but in the dressing rooms where my parents changed. Of course, they were generally there too, but sometimes not. On a lot of those hot nights, other lost souls had wandered by my sleeping space and decided I was better than nothing. Imagine. You just enjoy it. I'll do an amazing job. Like it's your father's birthday or something.”“Mom!” gasped my friend. Then he groaned as her lips slid over his cock.His head threw back as she sank her mouth around his dick. He groaned, his back arching. She nursed on him with hunger. The incestuous sight was such a treat. Eric trembled, his hand grabbing a fistful of his mother's black hair.She suckled with passion. The sounds echoed through the living room. I loved my power. Eric received the. He worked directly for Allison, and couldn’t make up his mind, I guess.“Whack off in her mouth,” I told him, pointing to Allison.He stepped in, gave himself about ten good strokes and then poured another big load on her face and in her mouth.I looked to Stacy, “You’re on cleanup duty, sweetheart.”Hungrily, Stacy licked up David’s cum from Allie’s tits. She slurped up Trent’s cum from her face, then open-mouth kissed Allison as they shared the cum mixture together.Trent hastily got dressed..