He usually spurted his stuff into a tissue but he had wanted his mother to see just how far he could project his cum. When he looked over at the door ...his mother was gone. Neither of them ever mentioned what happened. Dale didn't know how to broach the subject while Carla was so ashamed that she had watched her son's private moment that she remained quiet also.When Carla drove off Dale stripped to his briefs. He waited knowing that very soon his dad would come up the stairs to Jill's room. His. Mum was buried beneath three men and making a lot of noise with the penetration, she was too far gone with the drink, d**gs, booze, and sex to notice her daughter being used on the chair, with a thick cock nestling between her ass cheeks, its owner forcing me down on it while he moved effortlessly, brushing my sleeping clitoris with his cock head, an act I admit gave me new sensations, an act I found myself mimicking whenever he stopped, I just kept moving.He brushed my long blond hair from my. .. I can't do this anymore," I said suddenly, standing, turning and reaching into the canvas bag, pulling out a red Swiss army knife. With a fingernail, I unfolded a pair of small metal scissors from its side. Not very sharp, but strong enough to cut through the masking tape. I turned with them in my hands and she bit her lip again, looking slightly puzzled, not really on the verge of tears anymore."What are you going to do?" She said, a frown creasing her forehead, looking at me strangely,. "Mmmm, my favorite flavor... 'sissy'!" We're both equally good at swallowing," I quipped, as I wiped her mouthwith a napkin."I'll drink to that." Margret downed what remained in her beer glass,then snapped her fingers at me and pointed. I scurried off to thekitchen, fetched another few beers, knelt at my wife's feet, carefullypoured one into her glass, then stood and curtsied."It's good to be the queen!" proclaimed a satisfied Margret. She tookanother sip, patted the cushion next to her, and I.