"No, I can't…it's complicated," she answered, "I can't just stop…it's all I've ever known." She winced, like someone had just punched her. "Well, ...lease tell me why your parents are insisting that you come clean before we get married?" I challenged."They want you to know that they have no intention of stopping, even after we get married, and they also want you to know that…" again, she hesitated, "they expect you to join in; well, not my dad so much, but my mother is firm about it." JOIN IN??. Not that it would have mattered - I'd of married her anyway. She was, absolutely and without a doubt, the best piece of ass I ever had. We met at a wedding reception, fell in heat with each other, and before the night was over we were in bed together. Six weeks later she moved in with me and six months after that we were standing in front of a justice of the peace. Now Helen was no great beauty. She did not have a magnificent body, but she was nice looking in a plain sort of way and if you. Seeing the huge cleavage and white lacy bra of his mom Ron’s cock got hard instantly. Samantha’s hand was still on Ron’s crotch so she felt something getting bigger and harder under the blanket. “Feels like you do like your mom,” Samantha smiled squeezing Ron’s crotch. “Mom,” Ron couldn’t control his moan. “Come here,” Samantha said pulling Ron closer to her. Samantha pulled out her one boob out of her top. Ron was surprised and amazed to see the perfect tits of his mom. He had dreamed about. That's the agreement, isn't it. Say it. I want to hear you say it." Tonight's your turn and I'll do what you say." I was so hard."That's a good girl. You know I love you, baby, and I wouldn't give you anything you didn't want. Anything you didn't need. You need to face it, accept it and embrace it, don't you, baby. And be a slut for me. You'll be a slut for me, won't you, baby. Tell me. Tell me what you'll be for me." I'll be a slut for you." Wonderful, baby. You won't be disappointed little.