Her legs wrapped tightly around my back. I could still feel the Sheik’s semen inside mom’s pussy as I fucked her, and it felt great!And then, surp...risingly, he also came to the bed and said, “Main bhi ghus jaata hoon is randi ki choot mein.” (Let me also get into this whore’s cunt). He moved under us and stuck his cock into mom’s pussy. So we were both fucking her at the same time.I cannot tell you how much it meant to be fucking my mother at the same time as a rich Arab Sheik. To be rubbing. Almostinstantly I saw her going red faced and thought I was being helpful whenI said, "Don't worry Mrs Thompson, that happened when my aunt put a dresson me. It goes away soon."Little did I realise the consequences of that sentence...As I went on stage, this time in third place of the four, I felt like I'dnever felt before. Mrs Thompson helped all four of us up the stairs atthe back of the stage, but I sensed she gave me special help - which Inaively put down to me being the only boy with. “He asked,” she said again.“And you said yes just like that?” I said. “He asked a number of times. At first, I thought it to be a bit weird. I didn't know if I wanted it, but the way he helped out with Michael makes me happy. It made me realize that he isn't a creep. So that coupled with his persistence made me say yes,” she said. This was a bit more then I wanted. Why could it not be just a big muscle, big dick bimbo? Why is it a guy that has some power over us?This is so fucked up! I thought. A moose. Somehow, Kyle had become a moose.Gina scrambled backwards and stood as Kyle wobbled to his hooves, legs shaky as a newborn fawn.Because conservation of mass is a thing, Kyle was small for a moose, his shoulder hump coming to the height of Gina’s chest.He looked around the room, then at Gina, whites of his eyes showing like a spooked horse. When he tried to speak, a garbled fluting came out.Gina tentatively stroked the soft velvet of his muzzle. “It’s okay. It’s all right. I’ll call.