..“A good mommy serves her family,” I moaned. “I want to be a good mommy.”I saw it. My future. Serving them. Raising their children, regulated...to using my mouth to please them. My ass burned as my daughter rubbed against me. She had learned from me and bested me. She had usurped my place at the head of the family from me. I started this. I was a bad mommy for hypnotizing my family, now I had to pay. The words whispered to me. I closed my eyes, tears spilling down my cheeks. My ass burned. My. ‘Morning.’ She said after her first sip. Her hands surround the cup, drawing its heat into her. ‘Morning.’ His left arm stretched out and curled to look at the gold plated watch. ‘I’m sorry for last night.’ ‘No reason to apologize for what another man did.’ ‘I’m apologizing for what I did. I know you didn’t want to have to console a hysterical woman.’ Blue eyes rose and then his wide shoulder moved in a deliberate shrug. His hands running through dark wavy hair. A habit. A device to shield. We were both famished and tired but we couldn’t go for breakfast without checking out the bed first. Neither of us had ever been in a bed with a mirror over it before and we wanted to check out the possibilities before we left for breakfast. I pushed you backwards until you obligingly toppled over onto the bed. As your legs flew up your skirt landed around your hips, saving me the trouble, and giving me a spectacular view of you luscious, still fairly freshly fucked pussy. In fact some of my. Then she did it. Katrina slowly pulled up her dress. She slowly, with some hesitation, reached down, as she rocked a little, and put her hand down inside her legs. She rubbed her thighs as she thought about what she was going to do. It felt nice, rubbing her thighs like she was doing, and as she saw his face. She smiled as she kept on lightly rubbing her thighs. He’s the sweetest and nicest boy I know, she told herself as she continued lightly rubbing her inner thighs. She then rubbed her.