Something big and hard and juicy that fits perfectly inside of my palpitating vagina. I scream in throbbing aching sobs, sometimes for hours as the su...king of my nipples and squeezing of my titties and licking of my neck and body turns me on beyond reason. I lick my son's balls with careful loving ministrations and tongue his pungent asshole as he sits on my face. My hips jerk in involuntary ecstasy at the powerful passion I feel for my rapist-son. I am his mother and his fuckslut for life. I. I sauntered into the house, and there, waiting in her tatty old robe in the kitchen, was Martha.Martha was crying, or at least had been crying, by the look of her eyes and face."How can you be so cruel to me! You humiliated me in front of everyone last night," she wailed.Automatically, after a life of responding to the sound of my wife in distress, I walked towards her to embrace and comfort her. As I got close and she understood my intention, she suddenly hissed at me,"Don't you touch me. You. You know what I mean?"The waitress finally brought them their drinks and Brad paid her, tipping her far more than the service was worth so she'd go away quicker. She went, showing him a tired smile. She had more customers this evening than she could handle."Yeah," Ashley sighed after a while, "I know what you mean... and you're right, Brad, I did like the attention and I know exactly how to put a little more into my walk than God intended. I like to do that, honey. I admit it." She tried to. A small part of her wanted to feel those hands on other parts of her body right now, but instead, she opened the door and locked it behind them.In her driveway was a black town car, the driver already standing, ready to open the door for her, which he did when she came along side. Vic helped her into her seat and then walked around to his side, as the driver opened the door for him before returning to slide behind the wheel and back the car out of the driveway."Care for a drink?" Vic asked,.