I grabbed my rabbit from the side table, turned it on high and on my favourite pulsations, pulled my pajamas and panties down and slid it inside my wa...ton cunt. I closed my eyes and imagined that I was my sons slut. I imagined him face fucking me, I imagined his cock slamming into my pussy, I imagined his dick gaping my asshole, I imagined being his unconditional fuck toy… his cum bucket. I came quickly and as I lay there in the afterglow of self-pleasure, I pondered how I could possibly. . afraid, sometimes." "Why?" she continued. "Is it me? Are you afraid of me?" "Sometimes," I confessed, exhaling at being able to admit it, relieved that she'd asked. "The things you've shown me, made me do, they're..." I lowered my eyes in shame. "They're new. Dirty. I never..." "Do you want to stop? We can stop, right now, today," she asked. Her hand left my hair, trailed down my upper arm, the backs of her fingers, her dark painted nails raising gooseflesh. "No, please, no," I pleaded. Jay feels each touch from Nicki’s lips, tongue and teeth, and each touch serves to arouse him more and more. Want has become desire. With one hand entwined in Nicki’s hair, Jay trails his other hand over her body. Nicki reaches Jay’s collar-bone and continues to trail down across Jay’s chest. She stops at a nipple and sweetly sucks it and licks it. Moving across to the other one, she gives it the same attention. She hears Jay’s breath quicken. Jay feels his pulse quicken with each lick, nip,. Tristan did not know what to think as he was both excited and scared. Excited at seeing his mother helpless as he had imagined many times as he jerked off with her panties but scared as he was also tied, gagged, and helpless to do anything to save them both. The black man then informed Tristan that his main function in the beginning is to be the fluffer for all the men that will be fucking his mother. His ring gag forced his mouth wide open and he could not stop the men from shoving their cocks.