Sometimes the gentlemen take it a little to far and... you know..."He dragged his thumb across his neck and made a "kkkhhhrrrrt" sound.I understood an... suddenly I remembered the bloody handprint on the man's belly."It's not appreciated if you kill the girls but it doesn't really matter either. We always got fresh meat rolling in. What's your name, k**?" Ed." My voice was shaking a little."Well, Ed. You best just keep on fucking and beating them. Don't let their crying get to you. They're all. Then we were in his bedroom, lights down. He pushed me onto the bed, falling on top of me; I could feel his towel slip from his waist and his warm cock pressing against mine as he lay on me, his tongue in my mouth and his hands all over my body. I could feel him rubbing himself on me, his cock getting harder and thicker, his breathing becoming heavier as he snogged me and pleasured himself against my naked skin. He knelt up on the bed and asked me to suck him. I turned around till I was facing. At the point of entry, I felt the undeniable rush of sexual pleasure from penetrating my mothers tight, juicy and welcoming cunt. My mother began to thrust back and forth; a couple of shallow thrusts followed by one big deep one with the head of my cock banging against her cervix. Although I was wearing a condom, the sensation I was feeling was nothing short of incredible, due to the fact that I was now fucking the pussy that actually gave birth to me, all those years ago.My mother came twice. He smiled and winked and I knew he would be in for whatever we wanted to do. I whispered to my hubby that we needed to include Kevin and he agreed. He started to move his hand under my dress and up to my lacy panties. He slipped a finger inside my thong and I let out a little gasp. Kevin couldn't keep his eyes off my pussy and I noticed a bulge starting to form in his pants. I leaned over and kissed my husband and started to stroke his cock through his pants as he continued to finger my pussy..