It remained an intoxicating thought, despite my abhorrence. However, I very well knew that as soon as I stopped being aroused, my disgust would severe...ly outweigh my curiosity. These feelings were just the aftermath of getting laid, and even having my first climax in the process.As such, another thought popped into my head. What if I were to tell my father something that would prevent me from being able to chicken out. Something that would permanently plant the idea into his head that I want him. " I was thrusting very roughly. I think Erica was moaning loudly, but my own groans were loud enough. I kept fucking her with long, slow thrusts, and then speeding up, to keep fucking her into submission. She was crying out as she had orgasm after orgasm. My sperm was finally filling her cunt, as I came and came. It was so much, and I wanted it so badly. I knew Emily could hear us. I knew she could. I hoped she could. We had dinner that evening, and it was pleasant. Erica was very happy. That. She twisted her legs, but her ankles were firmly gripped by Barocca. Hips twisting, tits flopping, she battled Barocca's cock as much as she could, but it was a losing battle. Each thrust from Barocca sent twisting pain through her cunt. Barocca was driving deeper and deeper. Barocca rammed forward, driving another three inches of her prick into Jeanne's tight pussy. Barocca now had well over a foot of her cock into Jeanne, and she was as deep as she could take her. Barocca's balls slapped. The woman who was now gasping with arousal, who's fake tits were shuddering in time to the heavy, deep strokes of a powerful cock was Paul's Mom.Paul's Mom who used to read us bedtime stories when I used to stay over at his house. Paul's Mom who would get a bit tipsy at Christmas time and sing classic 80's rock songs.I looked down towards the rocks that Paul had gone behind. He was nowhere to be seen.I looked back down at the screen and stared at Paul's Mom writhing in ecstacy. I hardened.