. that idea somehow not sounding sick and twisted, but hot as hell. But first I wanted to show her I could indeed be the man in charge, "Beg for it, M...om. Tell me what you want." "You know what I want," Mom said. "I want my son's big dick pounding my cunt." "Beg for it," I ordered, rubbing my cock up and down her pussy lips. "You little fucker," she snapped, both playful and yet equally annoyed. "Shove that big cock back in my cunt... where it came from and where it's supposed to be." I loved. He was pleased and turned on thebig TV to the news channel. We watched in companionable silence as theusual woes were analysed and then George arrived with the food. It wasabsolutely delicious and far nicer than the usual budget sausages andcrap bacon that I could afford. As we tucked in, John asked my plansfor the day which were basically to sit in my room watching whateverwas on my crap 20in TV. John offered instead to take me for ahelicopter flight and having never flown before, I eagerly. I felt great relief when it popped out of my ass, which was sore, and stretched. I had no words, no need to yell for help. I just hoped he'd let me go. He spun me around and had me drop to the ground. Sitting on the floor with my ass back up against the side of the bed, I was looking directly at the cock that was just inside me. Fuck it was big. 9 inches at least! And... it was still hard, pointing and twitching right at me. "Clean it off bitch boi" as he thrust his cock to my mouth. I was. "It had been a week since Wendy had first arrived at the door of the apartment. Since, Rhonda had suffered through endless nights of sexual torture. Eric's sadistic lovemaking had become even more extreme, Rhonda, at times, begging him to stop, but her cries for mercy were met only with his laughter and renewed vigor."One of the surveillance discs is missing. I know that idiot Mark has the hots for your ex-roommate Wendy. She took it and you helped her." I don't know what you're talking.