"I don't weigh as much as you do," she said, her words considerably more slurred than his. "Don't you know that therapeutic," it took her three tries ...o spit this word out, "dosage is based on weight, goddammit?" It sounds to me like you can't handle your booze," he said, picking up the two-liter bottle of warm Pepsi and opening the lid. About a quarter of the bottle was gone now. There was a hiss as the gas escaped."I can handle anything you can throw at me," she declared, staring at him. He positioned himself over her body and pressed the head of his cock against her open vagina, as she continued holding herself open. She released her hands and laid flat on her back the moment I penetrated her. "This feels more natural with you than with your father," she said, looking her son in the eyes. "I don't know why. It just does. It's more right with you. Make me cum, please." Yes, mom. And you're right, this does feel natural."Her mouth opened wide and a soft gasp of air escaped her. "That's it! Hurt me! Umm, I love it!"Britney bit harder, loving the squirms her mate made as she inflicted more pain. Phillipa's hips jerked, bucking her pussy into Britney's hungry mouth. Britney spread Phillipa's pussy open, working her tongue in deep while she pinched Phillipa's clit hard, abusing the poor nub.Phillipa was in heaven.Her screams grew louder, inflaming Britney to pinch harder while her tongue worked around the depths of Phillipa's pussy, drinking in the flood of tangy juices.. "Aww, poorbaby, has to ride a scooter," she said. "I don't even have a scooter!I don't have wheels of any kind!"Madison gave her sister a puzzled look. "What are you talking about?That scooter's been in the garage for years. I bet Mom and Dad wouldhave let you drive that whenever you wanted." Are you kidding? I wouldn't be caught dead on that thing. I mean,really," she said, giving a little shudder. She then looked to herparents hopefully. "But maybe we could go over to a used car dealertoday.