When we head to the Jeep, we’re both naked. I’m not even bringing shoes this time. Carl brings his wallet with his driver’s license. We have ...ur phones.We have written directions to the house, as well as GPS on the Maps app, so we aren’t too worried about getting lost. It’s a beautiful neighborhood, an older subdivision in the Balcones Park area near Mount Bonnell on what used to be Austin’s west side. It’s across town, but we have plenty of gas and the traffic isn’t too bad. Being. She looked behind her and saw her son, one hand on her mound, exploring it, the other in his boxers, stroking himself off.She looked somewhat pissed as she turned to head to her son, “What the fuck are you doing? I’m your mother!” she exclaimed to her son.Mike just smiled slightly, “I saw what you did last night, mom. I know you want my cock and I know you want it bad.”Dread filled Natalie’s face as she blushed, “You saw me last night?” she asks with a gulp to her horny son.“I did.” He responds. After the physical pain and mental panic and the feeling of helplessness wore off, I began to feel a confidence I had never before known. I don't know where it came from, but from some deep, resilient core within my soul I radiated assuredness. And so I started to plot my revenge. At first, I contemplated telling my father, who would confront Mr. Smythe. But I had to be realistic, my father was a normal-sized man, middle-aged. He was strong from years of farm work but by no means the size. He rubbed his cock hard and shoved it into her cunt. She felt it sliding deeper inside her and her stomach churned and spasmed. As he fucked her, she leaned her head back and dry-heaved several times. "Ah, yes! You squeeze your cunt when you do that, do it again," Gregor moaned. Marie couldn't focus, didn't know what was going on, only that her body hurt everywhere and this man was fucking her. "Help her along," he said to Mei. Mei pulled Marie's head back and slid two fingers between her lips,.