Cindy: Trust me on this one honey, he won't care. He's just like other men andthe thought of you with other guys will get him all hot and bothered. He...ill just want to fuck you more and more often.Fran: I don't think so. I asked him if he ever thought of me with other men andhe said no, not ever.Cindy: Tell you what sweetie. If I can show you that he doesn't care will youcome over on Monday and help me take care of Bob and Phil? Boblikes you a lot and he would really like to fuck you.Fran: How. She'd started out praying to be delivered from this degradation, then shifted to praying for the strength to endure it. Now she was reduced to a steady chorus of "oh God", as sensations she'd never imagined surged through her. The tension finally broke over into a gut wrenching orgasm that left her so wiped out, she was only vaguely aware of him carrying her to the bed. She began to blush again as she watched him undress, embarrassed not so much by his nakedness, as by her hunger for the sight. "Mistress...." meekly whispered from my mouth. She jammed about six inches of her rock hard cock up my ass and i screamed as the pain ripped through me. She pulled back and my head bounced up and down off the bed. She slammed her cock in me about eight inches deep and i screamed again. She was smiling the whole time and gazing down at my ripped ass. She pulled out and before I could beg or speak she rammed her entire cock up my ass. Her balls smacked against my ass, she laughed, my head. Won't you please stop hurting your son, please mom," I declared in between licking and lapping and sucking her to a major orgasm. Sometimes her comments would mention that I had raped her first. That was of course unacceptable for my purposes, so I taped over it. Usually though, when she was close to orgasm she was out of it, demanding, wild - almost vulgar. "Shut the fuck up and lick my sticky, stinky, wet little cunt. You are mine, and you will pleasure me. This is all that you are good for..