’ For better or worse, I will force no one. It has to be agreed to by both sides. Even though I am that way, inside I was screaming, ‘Let me eat y...u!’ I didn’t have to wait long. Late Saturday afternoon my phone buzzed notifying me of an incoming text. I glanced at it quickly, since I was grocery shopping with my wife. Missy texted, ‘Can you talk?’ ‘Not now’, I replied. Early evening came, and my wife and I arrived home. We put away the few things we had bought, and I wandered out into the back. Alison’s nipples felt hot with sensation as she rolled them with her fingers and stared at her son’s hand going up and down his rod. It was so big it almost looked out of proportion with his slender body. He wasn’t especially hairy to begin with, but his mother was quick to note that his cock and balls were thoroughly shaved. Her equally smooth pussy was aching more and more deeply. If she thought she was going to help her son deal with his obsession with her new tits, she had no idea how she. "I don't regret any of that, Lyla. But you have to know that... That was so close just then." "Of course I know, I'm just glad you don't feel guilty." "As long as you're happy, I'm happy." "I'm ecstatic," I smiled. Matthew returned my smile with his own cheeky grin. "Then I'm ecstatic." He gave me a quick kiss on the forehead. "I'll sneak back to my room now; I'll see you tomorrow." With a wink, he was gone. Christmas morning was largely uneventful. We did the usual swapping of gifts, et. I couldn't come up with a safe word even if there was one. She is truly evil and clearly has no intention of stopping. She is an evil sex kitten lapping up my pain like it was cream. My vision is going into a tunnel. The pain is so strong it is like a deafening noise in my head. Vague distant sounds of her laughing with glee reach my ears and I don't even understand what it means as I slip into the blackness.She sees my head sag and go silent and checks the readout on a heart rate monitor..