She licked her lips and purred, “I haven't eaten pussy in twenty years.”“Mmm, I hear it's like riding a bike,” I answered, winking.She buried ...er face into my pussy. I gasped as I felt her tongue fluttering up and down my folds. It was incredible. My back arched while her hunky son fell to his knees behind her, shaggy hair swaying. He stared at his mother's back.Not at me at all. Poor boy. He couldn't stare at my sexy body at all thanks to Dusk's command.“Mom!” he groaned.“Yes, yes, fuck me!. And she knew how deeply she had hurt him, and how angry he had been when she had left him. How would he respond when he found out who she was? She had to make sure he never discovered her true identity, even though it would break her heart. She finished washing the dishes and putting them to drain in the dish rack, and after swabbing down the counters, she dried her hands on the dishtowel hanging on the handle of the oven door. The telephone rang and she jumped. Oh please let it not be him, she. The effect is that your arms are lockedin this position, your forearms slightly behind your head, and that you cannotlower them. I walk out of the light again, and push in an object on wheels. It is a woodenhorse. You notice that it has two strange notches carved into the top surface.You also notice that the board edge on the top is curved, and does not lookvery sharp. But you still do not greatly relish the feel of it pressing up,spreading your lips, and pushing into the sensitive tissue of. Get them ALL to fuck me tonight.”-------------------------I audibly gulped, which she heard and it caused her to giggle. 'I had to give myself time to think. Did she really know what she was asking?’First, her dress, I pulled it over her head, cast it away and held her tight against my chest. She didn’t flinch at this complete exposure to the men in the room. Instead, she grinned up at me. Then she reached behind me and clasped my buttocks tightly, pulling me even harder against her, deeper.