She'd asked if I was awake. So what if I wasn't awake? And just like that, I decided what to do. As I carried out my plan, I realized it may not be th...e best idea in the world... yet considering my limited options, it would have to do.I fell back on my pillow, rolled my head to one side, closed my eyes, and opened my mouth a bit. It was the same classic pose I'd used with my parents a million times, whenever I wanted them to think I was asleep (and therefore unavailable for some chore or. It had just been an automatic response to her question and he wished he hadn't said it instantly."Really?" She smiled. "I have a nice ass." Yes you do," he said. He almost put his hand over his mouth. Where had that come from? He didn't talk to women that way ... did he?"Well thank you!" she said, her voice rising."Wait a minute," he said, holding his hand up. "That didn't make you mad, did it?" Nope." Why not?" He frowned. "I don't have any specific memories of it, but I know you're not. Humping them harder and fucking faster, something I'd remember for the rest of my life, it didn't take the three of us long to have intense sexual orgasms.The sexual turning point for us was my mother demanding that I strip myself naked. The sexual turning point for us was the three of us having i****tuous sex with one another. The sexual turning point for us was when my mother and aunt sucked my prick and allowed me to cum in their mouths before fucking them. Then, when my mother's friends. At her shoulders, though, she was still herself-soft andhuman. I held her there for a long time, until finally I felt her armsthinning and flattening. When I reached up to touch them, I found strapswhere there used to be human flesh. Her eyes had grown milky, blind,unresponsive. Although she continued to thrust her cock in and out of mymouth, she was dying. Fading. Changing into a mindless sex toy. Iwanted to stop sucking on her, but she wouldn't let me. And my own bodycontinued to.