I don’t think mom knew it, but the harder she fought me, the better it fucking felt! I mean yeah, at that point in my life, I had fucked a few chick... who weren’t one hundred percent on board, but sort of accepted it, and maybe even enjoyed it towards the end, but none of them kept up the fight like mom. I felt the walls of her cunt slither around my knob, like suddenly her fucking pussy was trying to give me a fucking blow job!The whole feeling combined to make an experience I didn’t recreate. Alice did not like her son was leaving without being dismissed by her andasked. "Young man, where do you think you are going?" To the guest room, mother."Alice had no idea what Luke was referring to. They had no guest room. Shedid not realize that she made her son feel unwelcome in a place whichshould feel like his home. She asked where to get clarification. Lukeanswered, "I am going to where this guest of this house is sleeping."That answer hurt Alice. Again Alice looked towards her narrative,. “FUCK girl....... Where did you learn that?” She flipped the whip again. She saw the cameraman's hand in the air, finger twirling. It had been an hour. Time to wrap it up. “Do it BITCH. Make me CUM. NOW.” She started a steady rhythm, slapping Vicky's ass with the whip. “Fuck Bitch...... My grandmother could do better than that. Eat me.... MAKE ME CUM. NOW!” Snake girl jerked, her head falling back. A short scream then a moan came out her mouth. Whatever Vicky had done, it was right. Snake. Life with Bob was fantastic and yet very simple.Again, Mandy's mind wandered back.Just after they had gotten married, they chose a modest home at the edge of "Knob Hill" the ritzy part of the city. They could have afforded the hugest and most gaudy house there, but it wasn't them.They wanted something nice. Large enough to occasionally build a gathering of friends. Large enough to accommodate them and perhaps a few children. But not so large it was ostentatious.Together they found a nice.