The bastard was playing with Ana`s mind, testing her to make a choice at a time when she was losing all willpower to stop the abuse that her married p...ssy was receiving.Then she made the only choice her body would allow her make. Her mind was no longer capable of stopping her from doing something she would have never considered previously.“No… Do not dare to stop. Please, don’t pull out, not now” She pleadedListening to my sweet wife pleading to this black bastard, my stomach began to churn. He. Having the livingroom to myself for a change, I bypassed Poppa’s simple parental lock, choosing an action movie with a lot of swearing. I sprawled out on the couch and ottoman, almost dozing off myself.I was startled out of my reverie by Momma calling out that she was going to bed. I was sorry she had to go by herself since Sissy was home. It was at this point that Sissy came into the livingroom. While I was dozing she must have gone to her room to change into her pajamas.My sister sat. I know she is my mother but couldn’t resist my instincts and always i was dreaming about her. I know no one can think about the relation of mother and son in dreams also. I and mom are living like a very good friend we both treat each other as friend, girl and boy friend, dad and son, mom and son and even sometimes as husband and wife. I start caring my mom as a friend and we started getting closer as we discussed many things. I and mom became like friends. We used to share every problems and. Dave slowly wiggled forward, sliding the blankets up and then himself under them, nestling against Jennifer's bare skin. She stirred just a little—enough to let him perfectly spoon her. He slid an arm around her, resting his hand in the valley between her breasts.Warm. Very warm. She was a great heat source.Dave dozed. Time passed unnoticed.Noise.He was awake because there was noise. More awake this time, it must be closer to morning.The noise again. Wailing? Crying? Moaning? It was coming from.