I stood tip-toe, holding my breath as she began jerking me off with both hands. I couldn't believe how cold her fingers felt wrapped around my hot fle...sh, but for some reason that only seemed to make it better.Or worse, I mean, as I begged her with my eyes to stop and let me go. She had a different idea altogether, though. Shelly pulled up her skirt and I had flashbacks of Halloween night as I realized she wasn't wearing underwear ... again. Maybe vampires didn't wear panties, I wasn't sure, and. The thong had shifted slightly and allowed her son, Jason, a slight peek of her fleshy vagina.It drove him over the edge.Jason thought about her riding him on the grass beside the family pool, his pulsating penis slamming into her wet, hot cunt in an incessant rythm of flesh and saliva. His mother, seated upon his manhood, moaning and screaming, riding her son like the bad mad whore-of-a-mother she always had been deep inside, throwing herself on his chiseled sixpack, forward and back, her. “We brought you some dinner and we’re having a sleepover -- a three day sleepover.”Brock groaned good naturedly.“Can I expect lingerie and pillow fights?” he asked. “Or topless Jenny pillow fights?”Jen had been wearing less and less each night during the time she and Mel had shared Brock’s house. She had worn only a tank top and a thong the night before.“Just because Jen is skanky doesn’t mean the rest of us are.” Tara said with a laugh. “I mean, we are skanky but you don’t get to know that. He looked down at Bill, who was watching what was happening in awe. "Bitch, use that tongue of yours and prepare your wife's asshole for me. I'm going to wreck that sweet little ass of hers." Bill crawled over to Monica, her bright red ass in front of his face.He grasped her ass cheeks and pulled them apart, eliciting a cry of pain from her. "Ignore her and do as you're told", Alex said when Bill hesitated. "Yes, Master", Bill said, using the same term he had heard his wife use. Then he leaned.