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“Make love to me, Daniel.” Mom whispered breathily into my mouth, “Show Mommy how you treat a woman.” I lined up my shot, pressed my tip to her petals, and drove every inch into her. She cried out, relief washing over her body, making her loose and languid everywhere but her insides, which contracted greedily around my girth, trying to take every inch of me into her heat. Our eyes stayed locked, the realization of what we’d just done dawning on us both. There was a fleeting moment where I felt the horror touch my mind, but then it was driven way by her tender smile, her eyes glinting, her quirked mouth gaping with pleasure. I growled around my own grin, and drove into her. She was still my mother, still the woman who had fed me, clothed me, and raised me, but the evolutionary wall that prevented our lust had been shattered, and now I saw her as a woman; lithe, supple, weak and wanting. She called my name as our pelvises collided, her juices wetting my crotch, her insides seizing with contractions. I took her hair in my hand, and drove her face to mine, our lips devouring below her wide, trembling eyes, shock and ecstasy warping them. She undulated against me, her shoulders pinching, her belly flexing, her pubis grinding against my crotch. “Harder!” Mom cried, “Hurt me!” Her tones were desperate, her body was slick, her breath was hot and heavy. I acted without thinking, and slid my gripping hands into my mother’s crack, found her dilated aperture, and pushed four fingers inside. Her head flung back, her breasts squished into my face, and her back dove in a painful arch. “Yes!” She cried, tears filming her eyes, “That’s Mommy’s favorite hole! Tear it open!” I did my damndest, adding another finger from each hand, and stretching. Her pussy convulsed around my driving cock, her body moved with a violent passion, gyrating in a debauched dance. I took a pierced nipple into my mouth, bit around the metal, and slowly pulled back. Mom’s mouth gaped into an indian oval, her eyes rolled into her head, and her hands gripped my shoulders in white-knuckled intensity. Her anus coiled around my invading fingers, daring me to gape her wider. I did. I rammed into her front hole as I opened her back, growling around my consuming teeth as I stretched her breast to a conical point. Her diaphragm heaved, her neck striated, and her teeth bared. “Come inside me!” She screamed, her voice and body possessed with my pleasure. I was losing myself as well. I felt the familiar quake in my loins, the pulsing of my prostate and the tremble in my balls. She wasn’t hot for sex when we started but it didn’t take long for her to start heating up. “Of course it is,” Kelly answered easily, tapping her lip, and her thoughtful expression slowly sharpened into a stunning smile. I looked down further and saw no penis. She indian didn’t know if she was allowed to talk so she just nodded her head. Instead, he went to his quarters, pulled the shades, and engaged in a wonderfully successful hour of masturbation. I warned her. He just rolled her over. I was walking, then I was strutting, then I was skipping, hopping, and dancing. She’d been found stumbling through the remnants of the brothel district, laying with whatever drunk hobo she could find. She let out a gasp as I pulled the blood from her, arching from the floor as she derived sexual arousal from my feeding. I walked over to the kitchen and grabbed the milk out of the fridge. Steve Davies Soon they were stalled in the long line of people wanting to enter the city. That night I slept well, dreaming of Seth's smirk that he gave me, while I stared at him looming only about 1 inch higher than me. I had woken up the next morning whispering, Danica was killing me. She made me feel like I had never been touched before. In his eyes she saw a determination that made her cringe in discomfort. As for the fun thing, it was all fun. The night he returned to observing his stepsister he was rewarded with a long period of her nakedness while she prepared for a night out with her boyfriend. she had no time to think about that all this saving has put her behind on her studying and had to get to Professor Lupin's class before “Why?” I asked angrily. She wraps her arms around my waist and runs her hands up my back, grabbing the back of my shoulders. We did keep in touch over the internet and by phone and occasionally her and Rob would come for a visit, but never for more than a long weekend, and Mary made sure that we were never left alone. “I haven’t seen you around on campus,” Connor said shyly. I poked my finger into her shitter slowly, feeling the little ring contract tightly about it while I still fucked her forcefully in the pussy. "Unh, unh, fuck Mommy's pussy, Henry! She obviously knew what I did but I knew nothing about her. Thank you for sharing all the stories about you and your wife. I flung them across the room, then took off my undershorts. By God, he wanted to stay with her, but he reminded himself that her feeling might not be mutual.