By her expression, I thought the revulsion might compel her away, but deep I was wrong. It seemed that her abhorrence only entrenched her arousal, and soon her eyes were filled with perverse desire. “Mom, stop!” I pleaded a final time. Mom looked up at me, and my heart fell. Her eyes were glazed and distant, her pupils were dilated with lust. She poked her tongue from her lips, and slowly lowered her head. She licked me. Her tongue slid under my cock, flipped it onto my belly, and drew along it from base to tip. I couldn’t believe it, and neither could she. The realization of what she’d just done clarified her eyes, and she paused, horror and uncertainty breaching her lechery. Then her eyes glazed again, the lust even stronger because of her self-debasement, and she beamed up at me, a maternal smile that I’d seen a million times, now corrupted with perversion. She lowered her head, and licked my cock back and forth, back and forth; canine kisses from the devil's dog. I gawked, staring in complete disbelief. “Good girl.” Lucy snickered, petting Mom’s head as she lathered me. Never in my worst nightmares had my mind concocted this image, and yet, here it was. I closed my eyes tightly, trying to imagine anything that would keep me soft. Images of Emily filtered unbidden behind my lenses. Images of her between my legs, licking my shaft like a dutiful pup. My eyes flashed open with a gasp, and my vision was filled with the reptilian eyes of the devil. “You will watch.” She grinned broadly, and the manacle that held my neck tilted until my head was aimed downward, forced to watch as Mom’s licks went from curious flicks, to impassioned tastes. She head curled her tongue around my shaft, slithered it along my length, and rolled it about my head, Double taking her time to dip the tip into my aperture. I could feel the pull in my loins coming without my permission, the blood rushing in, the shaft swelling. I watched in horror as I became hard, and Mom eased herself back to let me stand proudly erect. Lucy chuckled lowly in my ear, her hands playing in my hair, her breasts pillowing comfortably against my side. “Do you want your mommy to suck your cock, Danny-boy?” Lucy whispered, her forked tongue flicking my earlobe. blowjob “You know I don’t.” I snarled. “It doesn’t look that way.” Lucy said lingerie huskily, one of her hands trailing down my chest. She took a nipple between her thumb and forefinger, pinched, and twisted. Needless to say, watching this had already made me hard as rock for the last ten minutes. deep Harry looked around and noticed all the older girls were missing. But only an unintelligible groan came out. I smiled. “Open your eyes bitch and keep them open.” His voice rang out louder then I wanted him to, my only comfort was knowing my daughter was a heavy sleeper like her father. "You look happy," he admitted. Behind the first stretcher, another emerged. “Tonight’s the night.” Then I shove the purple pleasure wand blowjob in the panties. How do we head go back to being mom and son? In Double Reggie’s opinion, she was finally ready. Scarlett mewled in sadness as he began thrusting into Isabelle instead, who was more than happy to accomodate. I used my tongue and lips to paint my wife's pussy with my saliva before pushing my nose between the folds of her outer lips. Katie, who was mentally prepared for his emission, swallowed all of his seed. I nodded to the Breytan beside Lucilla, and she applied ointment to the fresh strike, rewarding Lucilla for her honesty. Chrissy left the next early morning, not even waiting for breakfast. May though back to the events of yesterday and the inner struggle she came to terms with, this was her new daddy and she lingerie was becoming okay with that.