I said, "Hmm...I think mine is harder." He then reached over and grabbed my dick. He agreed and also said, "I think yours is thicker. I can't get my h...and all the way around it." Sure enough, he had a bit of a pencil dick; its long thinness felt good in my hand, so I started moving my hand slowly up and down. I said, "Yeah, but yours is longer." I then felt him start to move his hand slowly up and down my cock. So there we are sitting on the edge of the bed, watching a woman gagging on massive. “Good night, Mom.” I reply softly. Seconds later I am asleep.The next morning I awaken, not remembering where I am at first. As I slowly come to full consciousness, I begin to recall the events of the previous night and I wonder if it all was a dream … certainly it didn’t happen for real! The bed beside me is empty and I wonder about that. But then I hear something that sounds like soft sobbing. My eyes wander around the room until I find Mom sitting in a chair with her head in her hands. She. You feel flesh being pounded tender beneath her cock. Your own meat drools precum, and your balls are trapped in the vise of your own skin. “Take my cock boy – take it all, take it now” she screams, as her thrusts grow more and more wild. Her nails dig into you and the cock rips your anal passage back and forth, the head bursting through your gaping hole with every stroke. The cum that has boiled in your balls begins to spew out of your cock, and she pounds you again and again, slowly coming. All he did was cradle his arm and moan.Next, in the middle, was fatso. He was the exact opposite. It seemed like he was almost quivering with anger. His pants were shredded from my shotgun load of rock salt and bacon rind. And I could see that he was favoring his left leg.And finally, there was Mr. Big, the leader of the pack. He was trail worn. Dusty, dirty, obviously tired. They must have traveled all night to get to the cabin. So, I knew they had to be exhausted.I could see the hate and.