"Gee, Mom, that was wonderful last night, but now I feel kinda itchy down there and keep wanting to play with myself some more."I told her that it was...okay to play with herself whenever she wanted to, as long as she didn't let other people see her. She sat down at the breakfast table and I saw that she had one hand in her lap, apparently strumming herself to satisfy that sweet pubescent itch.I was wearing only my silk nightie, which left nothing to the imagination, and I could feel Judy's eyes. Ohhh. Ohhh now now." The juice spewed from the massive head to bathe her pussy walls. Rick felt like it would never stop as wad after wad shot into her. Jean could feel the large amount of juice as he filled her to overflowing, some of it sloshing out of her tight hole and running down her ass. The thought of all that cum in her pussy from a man other than her husband and from her nephew was too much and Jean cried out as another orgasm jellied her insides. A moment later Rick pulled his. “Wait!” He gasped, grabbing her hand as she turned to leave. Clara turned in surprise. “I…” He blushed a deep red. “What’s going on?” Clara said, looking at him strangely. “Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?” he asked in a rush, still holding her by the hand. Confused, Clara tried to find a way to respond. But, before she could, Andy pulled her in and kissed her. Clara gasped against his lips, before relaxing and reaching up to tangle her fingers in his hair. He took a couple. Even though you can’t speak through the gag, you repeat the words in your mind. You love being helpless for me. You love being helpless for me. You love being helpless for me. ‘And now, bound and gagged and helpless to even gasp in pleasure, you really are my toy. Anyone passing by would just see someone sitting there, listening through headphones and lost in thought, but we both know that you’re my perfect little plaything. I can do anything to you, anything at all, and all you can do is feel..