She grabbed my cock and guided it right to her pussy.I groaned as she slid her twat down my cock. That incestuous hole embraced me. It was wonderful t...o slide back into her twat. Every guy was trying to get back into pussy. To return to where we came from. Most never got to return to their mother’s, though. Just any other woman they could find.I had that joy. I would deliver it to the world. I would legalize incest next. Get a proposition on next year’s ballot. Let the voters of California. In the car we were all over each other. Her hand was down my pants stroking my very hard cock, my hand was down hers with my fingers deep in her sopping wet pussy. When we got out of the car and started to stumble towards her place we kept stopping to press each other up against anything we could to keep making out. I’d run my hand up the back of her head and pull her head back to expose her neck so I could kiss the hollow of her throat and down to her chest. She would pull my hand out of. "You want to tell them about it, Hon?" he asked her. She nodded and picked up the tale."After Ian had me educate and fuck his son, he sent me back to my apartment with the little white noise machine that I had been using for a couple of months to help me sleep, as I have had trouble getting to sleep since childhood. It turns out that Ian had added an extra feature: a playback recorder that induced subliminal suggestions into my brain while I slept. He had built it for his ex-wife in an effort. “Two.”This time she knew exactly what I meant and whimpered: “No.”“One” I shouted, looking straight into her eyes. This girl wasn’t as stupid as she looked. She understood instantly that the word she had spoken had just cost her another shock.I pressed the button again. Another blood-curdling scream leapt from her mouth. She was arching forward so much that I thought she might break her back. I let go of the button and she slumped in her restraints. I could see in her eyes that I had.