I wanted to know if my mum was getting fucked again. I sneaked down stairs and listened out side their room. Sure enough I heard my mum moaning and ta...lking dirty again. She must like it hard, I thought as I could hear the head board bouncing off the wall and my dad pounding away. That was enough for me. I was tired and was ready for sleep. Over the next couple of weeks, mum and I did take things slower. I hadn't received a blowjob from my step-mum for quite a while, although we did keep. I came again, not moaning but just feeling a rush of pleasure and then it happened, I felt her finger enter my anus. I hate anal. It hurts, even a finger unless I am seriously turned on is painful and even though I had let my husband put his cock in there twice before it was not something I encouraged. But this time it didn't hurt. Not a bit. I felt her finger start to slide in and out of my ass giving me almost unbearable pleasure and just when I thought it couldn't get any more erotic my. Having expanded my studies to include finance I'd have that to fall back on if music didn't work out. While my music scholarship got me in I still had to hustle for money to eat and another things. Working at the Library helped me make a little spending money, but it meant being out late and late is when the temperatures dropped like an anchor in the deep. Low temps were bad enough, throw in the wind and, well you get an idea why I called the place a frozen tundra. The Trifecta of winter. Many of the times at the beginning, he would get me to the point where I just couldn’t take any more and he would pull his finger out and just cuddle me whilst I cried into his shoulder and told him how sorry I was.He would never go off in a huff and he really made it feel as though it was ok, but I knew I had to grow up and not act so silly and slowly I taught myself to take more and more from him.Finally it came to the point of him actually trying to get his huge cock up there and I made the.