Robert looked as blank as I imagine a man can when hes panting hard and gasping for breath. I remember thinking it was too bad he probably wasnt going... to remember this. He stayed inside me until I told him to step back, and he just stood there as I sat up, scooted back on the table and let his juice drain onto the table. I noted that he was also dripping on the floor. Get a kitchen towel and dry off your dick, I ordered. He obeyed, but he didnt return. I panicked, thinking he might get out of. ’ As shameful and embarrassed as she felt being pleased by her son, her lust was far more important. She looked him straight in the eyes as he started to finger her. His strong fingers rubbed her painfully swollen clit in a circular motion. Amanda’s mouth opened and she tried her best to suppress any kind of moaning to show how much pleasure she was in. After playing with her clit for a few moments, Robert’s fingers entered his mother’s vagina causing her to release another gasp. His fingers. What's you done?" Nothing much," I said. "They likely to search again, I'd like to wash my face?" Don' like bin' black?" Jeff said with a small laugh.I smiled at him."Reckon you can do that. Well's over yonder."I drew up a bucket full, pulled off my shirt and washed my face, neck and arms as best I could, drying myself with my old shirt before I put it back on. When I returned to the small slave house, Becka was waiting for me."You leavin'?" she asked, hooking her hands behind my neck and. Abruptly he plunged his tongue into her cunt, tasting her, and then he moved up and started lashing her clit with strong, wet strokes. She froze at first, horrified by the intimacy this stranger had forced upon her, only thinking to get away. Then, to her shame, her body began to respond, sending lightning bolts of pleasure from her clit to her cunt and nipples, and she felt a gush of liquid pleasure as her orgasm built. As though from far away she could hear herself protesting “No, stop,.