Without asking for permission, I cupped one of her breasts, filling my hand with it, feeling how soft to the touch it was. Lexi gasped beautifully, lo...king at my hand that voraciously fondled her. I rubbed her little nipple, seeing and feeling it harden. She let out a little and surprised whispery moan.“Did anybody ever…” I let the question ring, and she shook her head, biting at her lip yet again and looking at me. “Only by yourself?” And she nodded instantly, breathing hard. It was impossible. The feather tickled her hard nipples, and her inner thighs, and the back of her knees. Every point that brought her to peak arousal. But Cynthia stayed clear of her cunt. That was for use later. No one cared, but I was jerking myself off. My cock was rock hard. Masturbating was my only outlet if I was allowed to be there when Ursula and Cynthia played. ‘Allowed’ is the right word, and it should have given me fair warning that my love affair with Ursula had begun to spin out of my control. I was. Stacy finished making dinner, sitting down across from her son. The banter was casual but the sexual tension was palpable. Ted was thinking of scenario after scenario. He imagined that he was lustily fucking his mother while she lay naked on the kitchen table. Or her sucking him and all his friends' cocks. He replayed every sex scene he had ever seen, heard or read all with his mother the center of attention. Stacy was trying to figure out away to seduce her son without scaring him off. She. I was astounded at her cruelty. She was smiling manically, a wicked, toothy smile as she pressed the tip on Cindy's ass-hole. Cindy shrieked and began pleading, telling her that the dildo felt like it had ripped her cunt apart and that in her ass-hole it would surely kill her. My secretary ignored her and shoved harder, bucking with her hips. With each buck, Cindy's body slid on the carpet. Slowly but surely, the tip of the monstrous dildo began dilating Cindy's ass-hole. With each buck of my.