There was a third for breakfast both Saturday and Sunday morning. Different guys each night but a similar scenario played out. Stumbling in at about 2...a.m., giggling and shushing each other as they left a trail of clothes from the front door to her bedroom. A little while later, I was treated to the sound of my sister yelling heat-of-passion obscenities."Fuck! Fuck! Harder! Harder! Fuck me harder!" and so on. I covered my head, trying to block out what my sister was doing in the next room but. "You know, I got to ask where you were yesterday, when he went to pieces, so to speak." You know I can't for the life of me remember the name of the motel where Bart and I went to celebrate. He might remember," I suggested. "I was pretty drunk you know." Yeah, I know. Somehow I don't think Bart is going to remember either. I also expect when I ask he is going to refer me to that lawyer for Swamp Dog," he replied."Could be, they are tight," I replied."I hear that Washington has added a new. I closed my eyes and brought my face down. My nose touched the coolsurface of the urinal's insides. With my eyes closed, the smell was occupyingmost of my mind. The smell of urine. The smell of male piss. Generations ofmale piss on top of each other, right there under my nose. It was intoxicating.It made my head spin. It should have made me want to puke in disgust. Instead,dear Lord, forgive me, it made me horny. It made me horny with shame, hornywith humiliation and pure desire to be fucked. I. ”“I’m touching my cunt… ““I climbed up and put my stiff cock at the opening of her pussy. Her cunt. I pushed myself inside her. It felt so good! Mom was so wet. Her cunt so smooth and tight, it wrapped my cock in warmth and squeezed. I should have lasted longer, but I just couldn’t. I came so hard! I gushed cum into her cunt, a fountain. God, cumming inside my mom.“He paused for a half a minute, then typed, “I’m so close here, so close, I’m cumming!”Another half minute went by.“Wow, Lauren,.