The fragrance was light but charged with something I couldn’t put my finger on.Another tone on my computer.“Do you need to get that, Rich?”“It... can wait!”“Why don’t you rub it in for me, Richard?”I had hoped she would ask, and I did, as it turned into a foamy substance.She got the razor, first offering it to me, but I deferred. Last thing I wanted was to harm her.I was handling myself as she so very carefully was having herself bare ... for me. I stopped jacking on myself long enough not cum. My cock twitched. Was she really asking me to suck her titties? All these years of denying my incestuous feelings were crumbling. What made it worse was that she was so innocent and taking advantage of her naivety seemed wrong. Still, who was I to deny mom her pleading wish to be cleansed of the errant honey? Mom walked up to me and apologised again as she led my head down to the centre of her chest. In fairness the honey had mostly spilt on the middle of her chest but I wanted the boobs. We. I got out of the car and waited for them to get out too. The passenger got to me first and touched my cheek. “I love mature sluts” he said and his other hand went to my tits. They pulled me to the back of their van, opened the rear doors and pushed me in. They got in themselves and closed the doors behind them. “Let’s check this whore out shall we?” the driver said and ripped my blouse open. The passenger pulled my skirt down. “Look at this slut! She doesn’t wear panties!” He yelled. “Would you. ”“Do not pretend that thou art burdened,” Azazel rumbled, “I have borne witness to thy cruelty and vanity in ages past.”“What can I say? I’m good at what I do.” Samael replied with a wink.“An executioner should not enjoy his work.”The two began to circle one another warily, their weapons at the ready, staring unflinchingly as they prepared to do battle. Nahash quickly returned to Ryan’s side and plucked him off his feet, pulling him clear of what would soon become an arena. Her sisters too.