"Aren't we using a lot of coal, mum?" I asked."A special occasion," mother replied, "and Mr. Pitt the ironmonger got some small bags of coke in (not t...e d**g or the drink), so I bought one of those to stretch out the coal." You've been busy today," I commented. She smiled and said a trifle ambiguously, "It's a special day and I think it'll been worth it for both of us."We finished eating and then sat on the rug in front of the fire and mother asked, "Last night darling, you didn't mind?". Perhaps if he filled her cunt again she would know he wanted her pregnant.She slipped into his bedroom, not at all worried about the lack of an attendant eunuch this time and insinuated herself under his bedcover at his feet and wormed her way up towards his head. Using all her training and experience she made absolutely sure that her breasts rubbed against his legs all the way up until her mouth reached and descended on his solidly erect tent-pole and began to fellate him in her most expert. Soon, he got his hands on my shoulders and gently tried to lay me down on the bed. While I lie on my back naked he gently spread my legs apart. He jerked his hard dick a few times and then moved in closer in between my legs. When he got into position, he pushed his meat inside my wet pussy.“Ahhh…shit…” I moaned. His dick felt bigger and harder than the first time. I wrapped my arms around my son tightly. I bended my legs and brought my knees back closer to me while my son pumped me. When I got. All would be staring up at him with a loving, passionate gaze like they couldn’t wait to get in his pants. Most of the taller women would stand slightly behind or beside him with their arms draped erotically around his torso. The smaller dancers were draped around his legs and waist, again with arms passionately draped or grasping parts of him. The photographer positioned Jennifer in front between his legs with her back to the camera, but her arms stretched up Mike’s torso with one hand.