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Started to breath hard. Just when shehad Bobby completely mesmerized by the erotic display, she switched thevibrator again to the center of his ass, which was vulnerably shown offby that unnatural posture. The combination of visual and electronicstimulation was too much for him. He opened his mouth wide to make aninvoluntary sound of surrender, at the same time launching his semenbetween his own lips. Some got on his cheeks and chin but most wentonto his tongue. He gagged slightly and, unable to prevent it,swallowed most of what he had produced. That was when the tears startedto flow freely."Well," his wife said with feigned disappointment. "You have absolutelyno respect for me or my wishes. Isn't that true?" Y... yes, Aunt Sara." You've been a naughty sissy nephew. So I'm going to have to restrictyour filthy habit of handling your dick and making a mess like you justdid. So..." She enjoyed the sight of his decorated, sperm spatteredfeatures contorting. "... I'm afraid. I smiled and said nothing. Just before midnight I heard the doorbell. I opened the door and Elaine and Milly where standing outside. Milly was holding Elaine up and she said laughing "Same as,same as". She looked at Elaine who was grinning in a lop sided, vacant way and continued " She started fast and kept hammering it. There was no way she was going to last the pace" I moved to the side of Elaine and put my arm around her to let Milly let go. I sort of half walked ,half carried Elaine to the sofa. As I sat her down the there was a "Bye" from Milly as the flat door closed,then a clump,clump as she went down to get back in the taxi. I spoke to Elaine and she was slurring as she tried to tell me something I could not understand. I said " What you need is another drink darling" I went to the kitchen and got a bottle of vodka. I poured a big measure then tipped the 4, now finely powdered tablets into the glass, poured in some fresh orange and mixed well. I went back to Elaine and held.
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She took her hand off of my backside and put it on my head pressing me hard against her breast. I kept grinding away into my mum’s soft smooth leg, and almost came. I stopped though because I thought that it was going to be wrong. However, my mum knew and told me. Please don't stop, and that it was okay. So I grinded a couple more times and began to cum. It was total ecstasy. With each load that came out my mum let out a small grunt. I swear it felt like I came in bucket loads because both my mum’s stomach and mine were soaked with my sticky fluid. I felt my mum bring her hand down and rub the cum that had spewed up onto our stomachs. After that I don’t remember much but feeling really sleepy. I heard my mum softly utter, “you’re such a good boy Mark,” and I fell right to sleep in my mothers arms. I woke up around five and realized where I was. I was still in my mother’s arms, my face next to her chest. I lay there and stared at my mother’s breasts. She started to move around and.

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