"I got it here somewhere. I never heard of no ass tax before." It's a new government program, designed to reduce bureaucratic inefficiency as a result... of the Hmmhmm-Frmmhmmhmm Act," I said as she let me into the house."Whatever," she said as I followed her back toward the kitchen of her cheap, untidy apartment.Her place, and its occupant, were perfect examples of Jerry Springer America--the apartment dominated by a TV, food plates sitting straight on the roughly upholstered couch, beer cans and. Withit out, her asshole gaped open a good two inches wide, it would nolonger close any tighter, her ass was ruined for life. The rings thatpierced her sphincter ring where permanently welded closed, and wire'ssoldered to them disappearing under the main ass shield. Mistress hadher ass stuffed with a butt plug all the time except for twice a dayfor half an hour when she was allowed to go to the bathroom. The restof the twenty-three hours of the day she was crammed full of assreaming rubber. To. Lani knew she should be screaming at her son for him to come to his senses but she couldn't work up the excitement. Orgasms did that to her. They made her, well, mellow. It made her realize she hadn't had an orgasm with Patrick for quite a while."I love you, Mom." There you go using that word again. I don't see how you can say you love me when you don't even respect me." I respect you." You wouldn't be lying on top of me like this if you respected me, young man. Now, please let me get up.". First, we drew off from the double bed the four mattresses (each possessed two, as is usual in the best French beds) and arranged them all close together on the floor, leaving the large couch for any positions that might demand the elevation of the object of worship.Being all stark naked we lay down in a circle, my head between Mamma's magnificent thighs. I sucked her clitoris and delicious bottom-hole; Sophie lay down between my legs and sucked my prick, acting postilion behind with her.