Her nails dug into her skin, leaving dug out hollows as she scratched up her thigh to her stomach. She dug a little deeper, drawing spots of blood as ...she ran her nails across her stomach and up the small mound of her left tit. She clawed deepest as she crossed her small, hard nipple, leaving a deep, ragged cut. Blood ran from her nipple, down the bottom and inside of her breast. Her pussy gushed, wetting her hand and the inside of her thighs, leaving a dark, wet circle on the bed sheet. . "Mom blinked at us in surprise. "Uh, hes. I mean we're clean." So that just leaves a few dozen," Liz said, "like how you and Dad don't do the jealusy thing..." Or how you got started."Mom visibly swallowed. She'd asked for this, and she knew we were going to hold her to it. We wanted answers.Typical Mom, though, she didn't go at it quite the way we expected. "I called the doctor on Friday. I made appointments for both of you, next Thursday after school. You're at that age that a mother worries. She gasped as the water hit her clit and pushed her cunt up and towards the pleasing jet. She held Uncle Mike’s hand as it gripped the shower head and moved it up and down, increasing her pleasure. Their eyes locked together as her pleasure grew and grew, then she threw her head back and cried out as her hips bucked in the water and an orgasm wracked her frame. Uncle Mike leant in and kissed her deeply, their tongues entwining. “I think I need to do some editing here…” he breathed, his fingers. “I said keep your hands on the wall,“ Tucker said as his hand slapped her ass with a loud crack. Tess yelped and quickly replaced her hand onto the wall. Tucker felt her juice gush into his hand and her pussy tighten around his finger. “Oh hell,” he thought, “she is gonna be the death of me.” Tucker knelt to his knees and pressed a kiss on the still warm handprint the had left on her ass. He widened Tess’ stance and kissed the small of her back. He glanced up into her face. Tess’ eyes were.