I felt my wife's hand reaching between my legs and playing with my balls. But then all of a sudden her mom began to buck, and shake. I knew she was ab...ut to squirt, and I continued to finger fuck her while spreading her legs wider so my wife could get a view. Then she let it lose, and squirted all over my chest and face. the bed was soaked, and my wife looked on with amazement. She sat back down in her chair as her mom rolled back onto her back. "Well, what did you think," my mother in law said. At least that would be preferable to the way it was now.Her mother kept a steady flow of drunks and bums, the lowest element in the county, sneaking into her bed. The young blonde girl suspected that her mother unconsciously chose these vile men to fulfill her sexual needs in a way that would remove all danger of any of them replacing the memory of her husband in her heart. But that still didn't make the spectacle any less disgusting for Patty. She hated to see her mother debasing herself in. He would tell you it was to keep her happy, to keep her satisfied so she wouldn't "go looking for some strange."But reality held a different truth. At a level closer to awareness the frequent sex was about control, and Dante was certainly in control of the family. When Catherine or the kids questioned him he reminded them with fist or foot whose will was to be obeyed. On a deeper level, a level glimpsed only fleetingly and inadequately, the sex was about security. Or insecurity. His fucking. I’m a sucker for beautiful eyes, the windows into the soul some would say. Hers were big and sported a deep blue color that really seemed to accentuate her dark hair and light skin.I waited, offering nothing. I wasn’t sure what to expect with this woman, and I’ve found it's often in my best interest to lay low until I’ve felt out my captor somewhat.“Hmm,” She pondered, looking me over and appearing somewhat unamused, although somehow motherly as well.“I almost let you go, human, I really did..