” She sounded disappointed. “Oh, so you were trying to swallow it just now. I figured you were choking.”“I thought I might choke, but I really...wanted to see how much I could take. Next time I’ll try to swallow it all. Damn I think you might have completely filled up my stomach! I seriously think you shot a gallon. That can’t be normal.”“Yeah, I'm not sure it’s healthy.” I replied. My balls were seriously aching at this point. “I think I might need a break.” “I bet, you should make sure to drink. People have started calling it the Weeping Way. Weird for any of them to come this far north during storm season. They don’t like our weather. We’ll find them.” Cerebus responded with a nod and a grunt. He didn’t know exactly what they were going to do when they did find the slavers – he just knew that it wasn’t going to be pretty. The walk was dreary and dismal from the start. Even off the muddy road, the thick grasses of the plains made traveling unpleasant. The rain came down at a light, but. Hannigan said while she considered me on my back with my feet apart as wide as they could go holding my ankles in a “V” position.“Yes, the idea is that it is to humiliate them,” my mom explained that it also gave the best possible access to spank me on the pussy.“How would it humiliate them? They are vulgar and obscene harlots. Surely, they thrive on the attention and the spectacle of their own display.”“When it is within my daughter’s control how and when she displays her body, she displays as. The woman I was fucking was not only my mother but also a married woman. She wasn't a single mother, or a divorced mother. I knew that fucking her was wrong on so many levels. But when your mom is as hot as this, and teases you with her slutty outfits like she does, fucking her is in my mind absolutely the right thing to do. Damn it, she has a pussy; I have a dick...it's as simple as that.And as I stroked her pussy with my pasty cock, I also admired how beautiful my mom's face is at age 54..