My hand returns to my throbbing dick, while I inhale, deep. "You like to smell my pussy don't you? You're a dirty little boy." "Can I see it?" I ask, ...ow and husky, her soft panties now wrapped around my cock. My hips start to thrust, fucking the pink, soft material. My beautiful mother sits on the edge of my bed and rubs her inner thighs. "Can you see what?" "Your pussy." My mom slowly brings her hands up her legs and lifts her dress revealing her bald swollen pussy lips with a trimmed patch. She reached up with one hand and held his face while deepening the kiss, opening her mouth wider and stroking his tongue with hers. She felt one hand slide down her tummy and brush between her legs. She pulled her lips slightly away from his. ‘Will you do something for me?’ she whispered against his lips. ‘Of course I will.’ He licked her lower lip with his tongue. ‘What do you want me to do?’ He moaned as he felt her push his hand down between her thighs. She widened her legs and laid them. Madam Gill too noticed it andslowly licked her lips.She was now thoroughly aroused as she started slapping me hard acrossthe cheeks with her palms. I felt pure pleasure throb my veins butsobbed in a show of fear, my cheeks stinging with the delicious pain.When the sting in my cheeks became unbearable I started trying to getaway from her. This infuriated her further and she picked up herrubber-lined cane again and started whipping me anywhere she couldland it. As I cried for mercy, she shouted. But if he were to Fall, he would not only crave its nourishment, he would become addicted to the process by which he procured it. He would take too much, killing his prey as he took from them what they would have freely given. And they would hunt him. His own brothers. His father. His family. And his female would be left to wander this realm without him by her side. So much at stake, and yet each day he found himself caring less and less about the consequences save for one. Her. He would.