We’d completely forgotten about Alexa, and found her sleeping soundly beneath a layer of tulips. Brandon worked with stiff efficiency, not talking to any of us, seemingly lost in thought. Lost in incestual fantasy, more likely, I sniggered to blowjob myself, you dirty, dirty boy, Brandon. Gloria stole more than a few glances at the boy, and I struggled to push down my jealousy. Brandon didn’t belong to any of us, but I found him first, so I felt like I at least had first-call on his dick. At least, until he made Angela a new body. The chandelier glowed its deep red, marking someone’s blood on the door outside. I turned to Gloria, and she frowned. So, not expecting guests. Great. I reached beneath my cloak, and grasped the daggers strapped to my hips. “Mother?” a painfully familiar voice called from outside. ANGELA Grunt, Gronk, Flendian, and Hacksaw stood at our flanks as Willowbud walked me to Gloria’s door, with Astrid right behind us. I wanted to abandon Justina and rush into the house to tell Brandon what was up, but the enslaved succubus was boiling-over with the desire to tell her master all about him. The enslaved Justina bore very little of her usual sharp intellect, which made her mercifully easy to subdue, but damn, was she tenacious. There’s a Creator in there, and his Amazing Teen Jugs name is Brandon, and he is the Life Giver, and his sister is in my head, and her name is Angela, and she is conspiring against you with Astrid, and… It went on and on like that, each phrase ending with an upward inflection, her tongue trying to form the words to please her new master. Thankfully, she wasn’t always Big Tits like this. In her teen enslaved state, Justina’s forward-thinking self was replaced with a dumb bimbo of fleeting, present thought. Most of her inner-monologue went like: I love my master, and I want to suck her cock, and I want to cook her dinner, and I want her in my butt, and I want to buy her flowers, and I want to eat her ass, and I want to get her chocolates… Which, while annoying, was certainly easier to ignore tanned than the train of treason she was spewing now. So, I could not leave Justina, even for a second, and all I could do was hope that Tera and Gloria didn’t come out spoiling for a fight. As far as I could tell, Willowbud didn’t come here with violence in mind, but she was obviously ready for it. “Go on,” Willowbud said, giving me a possessive squeeze on the ass, “call for mommy.” “Mother?” I called, taking control of Justina’s mouth, and hoping that my voice sounded enough like hers. “Get ready, boys,” Grunt growled behind us, “they used to call this bitch ‘Death Kiss,’ and for good reason.” “She won’t do anything when we got her daughter,” Hacksaw said, “she’ll come quietly.” She did not come quietly. Justina knew that her mother was proficient in combat, but I don’t think Tera ever demonstrated it, because her daughter was as surprised as I was when she came flying out of that door. Tera went left, and Gloria went right. I turned my head to the right and could see his dick just inches from my face. I hadn’t heard from you so I thought I should call you and see if we’re still on for a visit this week……I’m really looking forward to seeing you tanned and getting to see your ranch.” The somberness, mixed with a buzz and the cold, tore down the defenses, of, what I now realized, had been a very stoic facade. They were totally swollen, engorged, each one would have filled my mouth. His rhythm increased she was moaning as Troy’s cock was Big Tits almost down her throat. I felt so awkward standing there. And so it began. what do Amazing Teen Jugs you think?" Soon my towel fell and she grabbed my hard cock. Throughout the rest of the day, my work production was low. Although she usually wore loose-fitting salwar suits normally, I did get to glimpse her hot and curvy booty from time to time as we had played together since we were small. Just before my moment of no return, she started almost growling and began swirling her ass in a circle. I went over and told them what I usually do and Nanjoi started to pee on Sarah. She was still dressed in her work clothes and looked deceptively attractive in an "If blowjob she wasn't my Mom" hot kind of way. “I know this sounds crazy. He'd popped my cherry on our wedding night, and then thought he could raise his daughter teen to experience that delight again.