It then did something she had never heard before. It spoke loudly in its guttural tongue. Not just a few words like she had heard before, but long sen...ences. While she could not understand enough of its primitive bellowing, the intent was clear. She was being held up as an example of slaves to be had. She was being used as a motivational prop for all the warchiefs. An attack was undoubtedly being planned for the next day and the b**st wanted them all motivated…Maelill couldn’t do much about her. "Marie placed her arm around her son. Seeing the young thin boy in herarms, Marcus had an idea. "She is, Alex. How long have the two of youbeen going out for now anyway, I forget?"Marie was taken aback, "what? Alex is my son. I'm not going out withhim." How can you have a son? You've never been married, let alone have a kidbefore." I haven't?" Yes she has, I'm her son," Alex insisted."You two aren't related, I'm telling you that right now. It'simpossible. How can you be related when you're. I looked her over good.Once again Mom is standing in front of me. She steps closer moving my legs apart to get as close to me as she could. Then she says "kiss them". Pulling my face into her breasts. I kiss them as she asked feeling them also. I was amazed how perky her nipples had become from me sucking on them. I could not stop. My hands they explored her body moving to her hips then her ass and back to her breasts sucking again . I looked her in the eyes again ;she smiles.Then mom says. Long black hair, oval face, olive complexion, dark eyes stared at her.“Let's get some lippy and mascara on and get out,” she thought.Her breasts felt heavy and swollen in her tight black sweater, the tight pvc trousers stretched tight across her hips, crease parting her arse cheeks, as the stiletto boots seemed to stretch her legs. Her crotch was burning, felt even tighter then ever, painfully tight over her cunt. Her clit ached to be stroked and rubbed and licked and sucked. She needed to put.