!”Scott forced his dick into her as hard as he can. Mom’s fingers curled against the bedsheets and Scott grunted.He drove himself as deep as he co...uld into her, until the base of his dick was resting against her ass. His fingers dug so hard into Mom’s hips, they left red marks on her.“Fuck, I’m cumming, I’m cumming!” he groaned.I was jerking myself hard too, determined to climax in tandem with them. My cock swelled in my hand and I had to bite my lip to quiet my groan as my cock blasted forth a. ?Suck. Suck. Suck,? My Mistress taunting me.I sucked like I was giving a blowjob to something not alive.My Mistress eventually pulled the bottle out of my mouth and put it away.?You have been a good slave. But I want you to still keep your mouth open,? My Mistress commanded.I kept my mouth open and still was not able to see.But I could still smell.I smelled salty piss.My Mistress was pissing on my mouth.?Now keep it open,? My Mistress yelled.The taste of salty piss on my mouth felt vulgar. Not. "Yeah, why not," I replied, "the ground is already wet from the ocean spray. No one will be able to tell". I guess being half drunk, and now partially stoned meant she was not in a mood to be picky. So she tried to squat down. But the space was too cramped and that was putting her face directly in my crotch. So I told her to just stand there and let it flow, and we can go for a swim after to wash up. Before I could finish my sentence her piss started to fly. With me standing only inches from. 'I just saw your buddy leave.''Yeah, he had some things to do' I replied, 'I think my Mom, and Mrs. Kelly will be down in a minute. So how are things?'We chatted about a few things for a while, and I suggested that we move to the front room, that only an hour ago was the venue for a wild i****tuous orgy. I was feeling very naughty. I wanted her to pick up the scent of sex in the air. I don't know what demon had possessed me, but I felt I could persuade any woman now to pose for and then fuck.