"Come on, baby, come on," Laura murmured softly into April's fiery red, sopping wet slit, jabbing April's clit with her tongue, driving her two finger...s deep into the tight, hot, slippery trench."Oh god yes! Oh god yes! I'm going to come... oh Laura, I-" she gasped, her hips quivering in mid-air as Laura brought her up to the peak.Then the orgasm ripped through her. More devastating than she had expected, it crushed her flexing body with sharp spasms of ecstacy. Moaning and whinnying softly in. She smiled at her image and began on a hundred Kegel crunches, shuddering and closing her eyes as her vaginal muscles did their thing over and over, moving the flexible sex toy between her legs and giving her pulses of pleasure that excited her tiny clitoris, pressing it up against the golden bar in its hood.Her lush body was wonderfully tanned, and the tiny pale triangle over her jutting tits and bare pudenda, reminders of the string bikini she lost, were almost gone. She had already come. But had it been assault?! I could havetried to fight him off, I could have revealed Mrs Smith's plan, but Ididn't, I allowed Mr Smith to use me as a sexual plaything just as hiswife had done previously. Why hadn't I fought him off? Fear of exposure?Fear of further cruelty? But Mr Smith hadn't been cruel. He had beenforceful, yes, but not cruel, and whether it was because it was not myfirst time, or because it was a real penis rather than a dildo, the painin my hole did not feel as bad as it had. After a few seconds of this, I hesitated, then stopped, realizing this was my son after all. When I looked back up at him, he didn’t seem to noticed my ogling him, mostly because I could tell he was doing the same to me, and when he realized I was now looking back at him, he quickly grabbed out plates, told me to go get in some warmer clothes, and darted off into his bedroom to change. I went into my bedroom to change and I couldn’t believe it. I was eye humping my son while he was doing the.