Who is it?’ asked a man’s voice in a very calm and gentle tone. ‘Hi. I’m Jolee Rider from the TV show ‘Take a Chance Girls’ and with me is... a cameraman named Wilson. We’d like to come in, please.’ There was a pause. ‘Ah, yes. I have you on our security camera now. Did you really read the regulations, miss?’ Jolee eyes opened wide. She obviously hadn’t read the rules, but there was a camera on her and she had to make out like she knew what she was doing. ‘Why yes, I have read the rules, but I. Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine what would happen next ...I walked into a freaking country club – compared to where I lived with Mom and Asshole. My "cell" more resembled a dorm room and was pretty big with an inviting bed. Its sheets so white they almost sparkled. Not quite believing it to be true, I mashed my nose against them and inhaled – nothing. There was no hint of smoke. In my home, the air tasted of tar and everything smelled of sour staleness. Asshole smoked a couple of packs. This is exactly what I want, but it came out of me. Would you put it back in for me? Please?"Mother moved like Boris Karloff doing Frankenstein's monster as she approached mine. (Frankly, it's not quite as big as I hint, but a little exaggeration never hurt a porn story, did it?)Mother's trembling hands were on fire as she took me in a firm grip and guided me back to home, sweet home.Betsy sank down to the root with a sigh. "Thanks, Mom. It's absolutely, exactly what I wanted. Maybe Mr. Long. Fuck me good, Tommy.”“Open, Momma.” Robert stood beside her head. He pulled the gag from her mouth and grabbed her hair. He twisted her head until his mother’s mouth aligned with the tip of his fat prick.Joan gulped down her son’s cock and sucked joyfully. “MMMNnngggh.” Fresh waves of orgasm shook her.Robert pushed her head and pulled as she struggled to fack fuck his mass of boy meat. His hips thrust it into her. The thick cock dove to the back of her throat before withdrawing. She resisted.