I'll warn you when it's finished.--- It's been exactly eighteen years now since Eric became the father of two beautiful baby girls; one his own sister...and the other his niece. Some years ago Eric began to feel his slave-mother was getting a bit old. Of course she still looked a lot younger than she actually was, but still when she reached her fifties her breasts were getting saggy and her body was loosing it's attractiveness; so Eric decided to sell her to a brothel. Emily was sad to have to. He kissed back up to her mouth, and as he did so he positioned himself and entered her slowly, relishing the feeling of sliding into her and being sheathed in her moist warmth. Giles moaned when he had his whole length inside her. He didn’t move and neither did she; he wanted to remember the feeling of being inside her. He looked deeply into her exquisite, virginal face, becoming lost in her clear green eyes. She was so very beautiful. Her colour was heightened with pleasure, her pupils. After a few minutes, they’d fished out one survivor.The XO smiled, “We’re in luck. Apparently the Captain DIDN’T go down with his ship! Let’s head on down to the interrogation room. We can start with him while my boys keep fishing for more.”Shortly after we were seated in the interrogation room, a very haggard-looking man was brought in wearing hand and ankle shackles. He looked defeated, but defiant.“Who ordered the attack on the Coast Guard and this Naval vessel?” I asked firmly.“If I tell. I sucked it in hard. “Ohhh, baby,” Mom cried. “Suck me.”I did. I sucked and sucked her tit, my hand continuing to caress her buns, fingers straying between her legs to tease the bottom of her wet pussy. When I finally pulled my face off her tit, my fingertips were dipped into her slit, brushing sideways back and forth, expanding her puffy, wet lips. Propping myself up on my other elbow, I surveyed Mom’s willing body, her parted legs and trembling buttocks. I pushed my thumb between her.