I put on a robe and tied it awkwardly around my waist with the clumsy nails and trying to peer over the two mounds that stuck out hiding my waist from...view. The pressure on my tight skin seemed unbearable and had me thinking two broken legs might have been better. I walked unsteadily in my bare feet to the living room and decided some juice would be nice. When I got there, Ralph was busy cooking something."Oh Ruthy it?s good to see you up at last but you should go back to bed dear," he said in. “How does that cunt taste, Stevie?” Mom asked him patronizingly as she wrapped her thighs around his head.“It’s ... delicious, but whose cum is that I’m tasting now?” Steve dared to ask.“Never ask that! Never dare to ask that again! It’s not your place to question your new duties, such as cum-slurping from my snatch and Jilly’s. And our asses, of course! Among others! Just shut up and get busy eating me out! So, Neal, what do you think about some celebrity girlfriends or plural wives or. "How can you possibly be so fucking happy with this fucking mess to pick up?". "I'm fucking happy because I'm going to fuck you!" Her grin turned into a devilish smile. My mind was protesting as she pushed aside a dirty plate, set the bottle and glasses down on the table, parted my legs and straddled my left thigh. "No panties!" I yelled as her wet little self landed on my leg like a big sloppy kiss. She laughed. "All night sexy, I've been bare ass under this skirt ALL NIGHT." Her eyes were. "Thank you!" she whispered then grabbed my hand and placed it on her breast."Kiss me!" she pleaded."You're sure?" I asked."Yes!" she breathed sexually. I leaned in and kissed her long and hard. We finally needed to come up for air."Love me!" she whispered when she could breathe easily again."Are you sure about this?" I asked, though I would be more than glad to to make love to her. I didn't want her to feel that she needed to do this in repayment for anything."Oh yes, Thomas, love me please!".