By the way, do you like the taste of her used cunt?" M-Mother p-please! I-I just d-do it b-because... W-What are y-you ..." Just as I thought, your ...ittle pecker is hard as a rock. You like the taste of spent jism." She said as she unexpectedly grabbed the small bulge in my pants under the table.As she hugged me, tears of shame swelled up in my eyes. I tried to hold back but there had been just too much humiliation and disgrace for me to endure. Once she knew I was teary eyed she urged me. The house was still. Alex relaxed and wondered downstairs still in her pyjamas to get some breakfast. She’d taken a couple of days leave from work so she could start the search for a new flat. She couldn’t really afford to move out, but she couldn’t stay either. It was all too complicated. Walking into the kitchen she came to a dead halt. Draven was sitting at the table, his eyes bloodshot, his hair a mess and, from the state of him, still wearing yesterday’s clothes. ‘Alex’ he leapt up from. “I have some pot.”“Sure,” he said. “I haven’t smoked in years, but I would like to, why not?”I opened up a small metal box and had a joint already rolled. “I keep this stash here for inspiration,” I said. I lit the joint, took a hit and passed it to him. He coughed and looked at me.“Are you trying to seduce me like Caroline?” he asked.“Maybe,” I answered, smiling, looking into his eyes and took a deep hit of the joint, “Ready to hear the rest of the story?”It was dark out and I had some candles. My breathing quickened as the strangres fingers increased there tempo over my clit & occassionaly entering inside of me, the fingers covered in my warm freely flowing juices & wrapped by my tight cotton paties.How could no one see us, how could someone be so brazzen, then again I guess we were packed in like sardines.I had never had anyone finger me before but I had experimented at home, in bed, in the shower, in the bath in the pool, in the garden, lets just say I enjoyed my own touch, lol.In.