I’m not sure why, but I have a belief that has increasingly shown up in my gut which says that I’m not destined to contract any social diseases, s... neither are any of you. Just trust me on this one. It will be alright. You did the right thing by that poor guard. He was probably ready to bust a nut just from hearing mother munch on daughter, after all,” I winked at Nydia as we kissed and I zipped up to head back to the auditorium.It was true. A growing instinct for this stuff kept telling me. She had been hoping to see some physicality on stage that would make her more comfortable in her own buxom skin, but instead she was being confronted with a standardized version of the very average, manageable-bosomed person all her short-lived ex-boyfriends had been fantasizing about when they’d been with her. Rebekah clicked her tongue. ‘Stop moaning, Emma,’ she said. ‘We’re supposed to be having fun.’ ‘The dancers are all so dull,’ Emma said. ‘Do it yourself, then,’ urged Rebekah with. I slowly rubbed my cock against Mommy's thighs. Mommy responded by grabbing my buttocks and pressing her thighs against my cock, whispering:"Oh, you wonderful, wicked babyboy. Mommy loves your cock so much."I was almost going to cum and Mommy sensed it. She pushed me gently away and, breathing heavily, said:"No, Sweetie, not like this. I want you to cum in my mouth. Mommy wants your sperm. Come with me, Sweetie." She took my hand and we walked out of the living room, through the corridor, into. She was moving up and down on his cock, tiny little movements, while clamping her cunt tight against its already tender edges. His cock was too sensitive. He had just cum, and she had not allowed him any recuperation time. Her muscles would contract and expand as she controlled them, and when they were tightest, the clamping force on his cock was unreal.He never moved his hips once, and with just her contractions and slight movements, he was about to cum again.As she felt him swell up, she.