I was in a tomb, but I wasn’t dead. Night Eyes, the woman I’d been for most of my life, was dead. Her mausoleum was decorated with the abstraction of her dying mind, and in the darkness, I could see them; statues of horror, of blowjob my mother staring at me from wide, agonized eyes, her body a horrendous ruin, but her face untouched. I hadn’t wanted to Hardcore disfigure her, for if I plucked out her eyes or gashed her cheeks, then it wouldn’t be Mother’s face any longer, and I wouldn’t get to see it contort in horror. I needed to see that. I needed to see the realization dawn across it as I removed pieces from her. No more painting for you, Mother. No more playing the lute. No more picking apples, no more climbing trees, no more dancing, no more running, no more walking, cumshot no more standing for you, Mother. Now the shield of Night Eyes was gone, and I was left open to her memories. Astrid, Mother, Julia, Lucilla. They tormented me relentlessly, cut away pieces of my psyche like I’d cut away creampie piece of my mother, but they couldn’t kill me. They could not give me that mercy, because they could not compel me to end it. I was a monster, a coward, and selfish. My life was an abomination, and the world would’ve been far better off if I’d never been born, but oral I couldn’t do the decent thing, and just die. Even my suffering was a horrible self-indulgence. I was evil. Pure, simple, evil. What else but pure evil would wallow in a hole of self-pity, when she herself had done the deeds? It wasn’t me; it was Night Eyes. But Night Eyes was me, and I wished with every ounce of my heart to be her again. I looked up. A mile above me, I could see the dot of daylight. He kissed every inch of me, kneading my flesh with his hands the whole oral time. “Oops, blowjob sorry about that.” I said as I stood up. He could feel her tight pussy gripping him and squeezing his cock-head with every Hardcore stroke. I was admiring myself in the mirror in the panties and bra when I heard John coming home. Ruri's creampie tight slit flashed between her thrashing thighs. And it was being used on her by her very own son of all people! Air bubbled up from the hole along with dark red blood. “Yeah. "Sure," Jessie cut in. "But if she's already turned, we're out of there." I slowly pushed my cock inside her, taking my time to enjoy her. Not here. She had resisted me at first, out of concern for my welfare. “Talk to me, Daddy!” my daughter moaned. cumshot Jolene faced the terrible dark future. Beginning to end.