Holy shit, I forgot to kiss Mom goodnight tonight.I jumped into a pair of shorts and went through the sitting room. There was a light on in their bedr...oom and the door was slightly ajar. Before I got very far, I heard Mom moaning. I sped up, about to say 'Are you OK?' when I suddenly realized what the moaning meant. I stopped immediately and then began to tiptoe toward the light. I knew that my parents fucked — shit, I look too much like my father to worry about being adopted - but I had never. There was a wet spot there and the touch sent a thrill through her body. She pressed harder and rubbed it. OHHH man that feels so good yes oh wish daddy was here to do it.She got a dreamy look on her and rubbed more and faster. OHHH yes yes . Sophie looked at her with a questioning look. “ What is going on with you, you look like your in another place man you look something.”She stopped rubbing “Oh I was just thinking about what they were talking about and I got horny and well I just rubbed. I was so hot and wet having his fingers on my clit that wanting to cum was all I could think about. He pushed his head in and I was awash with the pain of being violated for the first time and an intense pleasure I have never felt before. He continued to play with my clit, but his touch was light so I couldn’t cum. “You like that? Like my cock in your ass?” All I could do was groan. He slowly pushed it in further, filling and stretching me. Slowly he pulled all the way out and stopped playing. She knew she had met with problems like this before. Cheating sluts trying to explain; groveling traitors begging to be forgiven. At first she had been soft and naïve. She had paid dearly until she learned — or thought she'd learned — how to deal with them. Why couldn't she do it now? Why not forget all niceties and just grab the slut to break her once and for all, as she had done before? Why even bother with the incurable nymph? Wasn't there an unlimited number like her to be found in the.