Sue realized that her son was approaching sensory overload and backed off to prolong his pleasure and hers. She had a definite plan and knew how to ge... to her goal.As the boy raked his tongue through his teachers gash and tasted her flowing juice he felt a hand tighten around the base of his cock. It didn't hurt and wasn't overly tight, what he didn't know is that it would delay his ejaculation and that is precisely what his mother wanted.Holding her hand tightly around her son's cock, Sue. It truly was all over but signing the divorce papers. I could hear him ranting as I started packing.“WHAT? YOU DID WHAT? YOU DUMB BASTARD, YOU WERE TALKING TO MY WIFE! YOU ASSHOLE! YOU HANDLE THE BITCH ON YOUR OWN. I GOT MY OWN SHIT TO DEAL WITH.”He finally walked into the room just as I was finishing packing. I’d taken enough to last a week and would get the rest later while he was at work, that is if he still had a job Monday. He stood there fidgeting for a minute before he started. She had assumed that her mother would return home that evening or Sunday at the latest. Now, she would have to endure the humiliation of serving her mother over an extended period.The three dominants shared the three girls and rotated ownership. Each night, Faith found herself in a different bed, making love to a different dominant. Having sex with her own mother had been difficult at first but, eventually, she grew numb to the immorality and decadence that surrounded her and accepted the. She slowly bent over to pick them up, giving him a nice shot of her ass under the short towel. The man couldn’t keep his eyes off of her as she took her sweet time to retrieve the boots. Once she finally picked them up, Carrie walked over to the table and placed both the dress and boots next to the picture before turning around to face him again.“Do you like how my panties feel?” She asked as he was subconsciously rubbing the fabric between his fingers. “Umm…um...” He stopped moving his.