Tyrell and his friend fucked me that night and at that point, I didn't like it any more. I mean it felt good to be fucked by two young, hot teenagers,...but I was scared and it wasn't fun anymore. They weren't flirting. They were just calling me whore, and slapping my ass and face. Tyrell kept spitting on my face.Then, I was riding Tyrell facing him and his friend came up behind me and started rubbing by ass and then my asshole.I was really scared when he started putting his finger in. It hurt. " Why not?" Brenda asked her son."Because I'm a boy not a five year old girl or some fag." You're certainly throwing a tantrum like a child", Brenda retorted.James's face grew flush before he managed to say slowly, "I'm going toleave, and when I come back, my room better be back to the way it usedto be." Or what?" Peter said breaking his silence.James looked up at his father who was a much larger man than he was andreplied, "Dad, you can't be okay with this. I'm your son." Yes, and a very. He wasn't bad looking, brown hair and beard, very tall and muscular, about fifty years old. Finally, deciding her day couldn't get any weirder so it didn't matter what else she did, she unzipped his flies and in a lightning move had his dick out and was knelt between his legs. "My, what a big cock you've got," she exclaimed, looking at the semi-erect sheathed cock she'd pulled out, "it's almost as big as the Wolf's!" I hope your son takes after you, she added to herself. "Wh-what are you doing. ” I held up the gown, feeling the soft fabric against my arms. “You didn’t really need to wear all that underneath.” He stared at my lingerie-wrapped body with a puzzled look. “No one would see anything anyway.” “Are you sure? A bride has to dress up for her wedding night, you know.” I couldn’t resist the faint giggle that escaped along with the words. “Don’t you like it?” “Well. If you were my real bride, I guess I would be a very lucky man.” As he spoke, I walked over to the bed, my boots.