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My eyes were bulging from their sockets. Our mother was standing just feet away, her back to us but completely aware of what was taking place. Even so, I looked at my sister, who now had my stiffening cock in her hand and gave her a nod. She dropped her head indian into my lap and began giving me the loudest, wettest BJ she’d ever done. This was fully for my mom’s benefit, who stood there for just a moment more, before grabbing her things and leaving out the back door. Never speaking, never turning to look or even acknowledging what had taken place next to her, she simply left. And I was still frozen in place, a spoon in my hand, as my sister’s head bobbed in my lap, sloppy cock-suckling sounds echoing in the house. My mom never said anything about it, and it didn’t deter her from continuing to use her son’s penis as a heroin-ATM either. My sister never pulled anything quite like that again, however she wasn’t as discrete as our mom was, who, to her credit never said anything or drew attention to it when she caught us. This arrangement lasted a few months, all the way until spring. This was good since winter provided plenty of opportunities to earn money (shoveling snow, clearing ice, hanging Christmas lights) and having nearly 3 weeks off of school gave me the time to earn it. My sister was coming to me at least every other day, whereas my mom started out only coming to me every OTHER week, then EVERY week, then MULTIPLE times a week. At first she had still been buying her own supply, using me only when she needed a little extra, but she didn’t take long to rationalize with herself that she could just use my money for dope and her money for necessities for the family… Sure that meant sucking her son’s cock for drugs, but he wasn’t complaining, and hell, her daughter was doing it too! So it’s not like anyone else in the house had a problem with it, so why should she?! And once she looked at it that way, it wasn’t really that much of a stretch to go from doing it every other week to doing it every other day! Ya.. my prick had developed a really expensive blow job habit, that was about to catch up with me. There came a point were I was getting head every single day… mom on Monday, sis on Tuesday, mom on Wednesday, and so forth… it was great, then one day Tyrone told them that he couldn’t keep coming here every day for one bag a day, he would only come if it was for two or more bags… at first this seemed problematic, but not for the reason you’d imagine. Like most guys on this planet, I can only cum once, then I’m done for awhile. So I’m not gonna spend the money for 2 bags and only get one orgasm out of the deal, that’s just… nuts! So, my mother, my sister and I talked it out, and believe me that was an odd conversation. But ultimately they agreed blowjob that I’d still get head every day, from each of them, on alternating days, just like before. But that they’d both get high together, every other day, that way we were buying two bags at a time like Tyrone wanted, and he was making less trips. No one lost out really, they had been shooting big up every other day already, but before they had been alternating, now they’d just MILF be doing it on the same night. After the first week of doing this I was really liking it. The nights they Suck DIDN’T get high were kind of like family nights. It was rare that they were both lucid at the same time anymore, plus, things around the house had improved since my mom had stopped spending her money on smack. We had a TV in the living room again, and better food for dinner.. We’d watch movies or play games, and then all go to bed around the same time. On those nights my mom took it upon herself to be the one to give me head (my sister only did it if she was getting something out of it, so she did it on the days that they got their dope). Mom would come in just after bedtime, never speaking or turning the lights on. I had started sleeping naked out of convenience. She would sit on the edge of the bed and put her hair in a pony tail, then begin to fondle me. I always feigned being asleep at first, somehow I figured it made her feel more comfortable. I’d get hard in her hands and then she’d lean down. After a minute or two of quiet sucking she’d always start to moan, nothing too loud, just that noise you unknowingly make when eating something good. At this point I knew she was relaxed, and (even though she’d never admit it) enjoying herself. I could now sit up and watch, put my hand on the back of her head, make noises of my own, and say things like ‘God yes!’. I’d eventually cum in her mouth, which she’d swallow with a slightly louder groan, and she would leave without making eye contact. the nights they DID get high, it was like I had the house to myself! It didnt take long, the sight of her helpless beneath me blowjob had a fast effect. For you. He looked at me questioningly. I never feel so sexy, so feminine, as when I’m revealingly dressed in the garments of big a slave. He pulled me over to a crowd of guys. Jay turned the dial-up until the dial bumped against the safety stop. "AHHHHHHHHH" she moaned as the ring was inserted into her navel. But then I'm a slut, and you're a good girl.” That’s why you look so familiar! “That’s the gist of it, yeah,” he replied while nodding. Alexis stirred, the words waking her from her slumber. I don’t know, maybe because you were drunk your inhibitions were lowered and you just subconsciously wanted it this whole time. Her pussy was sore and she just wanted to sleep. As I expected, 5 minutes later he came all over my pussy leaving me much hornier than I was before. I always looked out Suck for her, and I taught her dirty and lethal tricks to defend herself. Then cannon balled into the middle of the frothy pool. It felt obvious compared to the cool air and breeze coming in the windows that were opened slightly. She saw what had been implied in those texts written long ago, but without detail. "I know a place you can get good Sri indian Lankan food. MILF