I was the same cunt my father used to quench his lust from. I was spreading the same legs my father had spread before. I managed to make the same woma... my wife my dad made his wife. I am squeezing the same breasts my dad squeezed and my mother used to feed me as a baby. I slowly raised my hips and bringing my penis out of the vagina and against with full force rammed it into her and she shouted my name. “son.. Yes My son yes” and for the first ever time she embraced me with her hands fully and. ) The package on my lap was kind of heavy so I guess it might be a dress. I opened the envelope and pulled out the evening's directives. He likes to be dramatic about it, using ivory vellum cards and a fountain pen, as if writing invitations to a wedding instead of commands for me. I was glad to read the enclosed message, his only requirements were for me to put on whatever was in the box and be ready to leave in an hour. I already knew I was required to take a bath first. Showers were not. ’ I said massaging around my soaking lips. James climbed into the back right behind me and put the tip of his head right on my waiting lips. ‘You want to be watched don’t you? You little fucking slut.’ he said slapping me hard on the ass. ‘Yes, please.’ I replied trying to push back onto him. ‘So eager. Aren’t you?’ he said grabbing my hair and shoving me against the window. My breath fogged up the window as my nipples stiffened against the cold glass. He slowly shoved his cock inside of me.. Ten fucks - with jizz - in twelve hours. A year ago, if someone had suggested it was possible, I'd have scoffed. If they suggested I could do it, I'd have laughed outright. Now, it was a nearly daily occurrence.And, I felt good. The sex felt awesome, my body felt stress-free. I never felt like I was straining something. Sex never hurt. I was tired when we were done sometimes, but never so tired that a shower and a sandwich couldn't fix it. I figured I could do all ten boys again before bed.