Anne shifted her weight and pushed her wet pussy against my face."Eat me," she hissed excitedly.I extended my tongue and began probing Anne's wet sex ...s she rocked against my face. Her pubic hair tickled my nose, her scent much stronger now that she was sitting on my face. I could her her moaning as my tongue parted her nether lips and slipped inside.My wrists pulled at the bonds that held me, my hands opening and closing, aching to caress Anne's body. To hold her, to stoke her skin. They were. I would also get to take a few pictures for my personal collection. She said that sounds good and ask what she gets when she proves she can deep throat my cock. I told her that was up to her. She said that was good and bragged about how she did not have a gag reflex anymore. She said she could not remember the last time she gagged and she loves to deep throat a cock. I had nothing much to say at that point, I just asked if we had a deal. She said we did, then started to brag more about how. I was able to visit my little boy, but only when I could make the day trip to the boy’s grandparent’s house. They hated me for ruining their daughter so they made no effort to be nice.Over the years that followed, I worked full time, went to school part time and went to visit my son Alex as often as I could. This went on year after year until I graduated college with a degree in engineering. As the biological father, the courts would have no choice but to grant me custody.I was 27 years old. "Well, you still get to fuck me, remember," Tammy reminded her as she turned to her daughter.Right then, those two began making out right in front of all of us. It seemed to be really natural to them, so we definitely had to inquire."You two are incestuous too?" Jeanette inquired."Oh fuck yes. My mom's been eating my pussy every day since my sixteenth birthday. Now, I'm gonna be nineteen in two months, so it's been a while now," Wendy put on the record.I gasped right then, and I didn't know.