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I squirmed eagerly, the muscles in my inner thighs rippling with anticipation as the staggering pain transformed itself into the pent up energy of a still restrained orgasm. Just one more lash would do it... Mother still held back, letting the anticipation build to a nervous tension. I purred with appreciation at her sense of theater and timing, holding my ass cheeks open wide. But after a prolonged and apprehensive moment, the next stroke of the riding crop still failed to deliver. Confused, anxious, I dared to lift my head and turn my outdoor gaze behind me to investigate. I whimpered, feeling the brink of my promising orgasm begin to falter. With wide eyes I looked back at Mother, pleading silently for satisfaction. indian But sex she had discarded the riding crop and was occupied with strapping herself into a familiar looking harness. Wide black nylon straps cinched tightly around her toned upper thighs, blending almost seamlessly over her dark business pants. A stout buckle secured another strap around her waist, completing the ensemble. A flexible rubber pad covered her crotch, sporting a sturdy plastic prong shaped in a series of barbs. I smiled, knowing that plastic shaft mated to a matching hole in the back of each of my mother’s myriad of dildos, offering complete interchangeability on a whim. With a whimper of anticipation I couple reached with fumbling fingers to eagerly grasp the huge black dildo from the desk top. Wordlessly I handed the monstrous prick back behind me, allowing it to slip from my grasp as Mother took possession. A subtle squeaking sound betrayed the plastic prong of the harness being securely fitted into the back of the rubbery prick, locking the two firmly together. Mother approached the desk, the massive rubber prick bobbing horizontally from her loins, in a slow, steady rhythm, ominously thick and heavy. My breathing came in short, eager gasps, waiting for that first touch of intimate contact. My eyes went wide, seeing my mother once again reach for the dreaded jar of Vicks and retrieve an oozing glob of the wicked substance on her fingers. She liberally party coated the entire shaft of the ponderous rubber prick, adding yet another generous dollop when the initial application spread a bit too thin. Then -- the gigantic black dildo glistening with a thick coating of the gel -- she stepped into place behind me. I had no preconceived notions of her intended target, but had to admit to a trembling shudder of lustful eagerness as I felt the huge slippery cock knob fit itself perfectly into the cute little dimple of my butthole. Both men let out a low almost feral growl as they look at you and rub their crotches. We were jubilant, until she started thinking. With a whimpering screech, I wrenched open my eyelids. Then, pussy quivering and starting to contract in a budding orgasm of elation, she moaned and leaned forward again easing herself off of him. She immediately noticed that she wasn't wearing anything under the coat and thought she saw something shiny dangling down her body. “Good, do a good job with the meal then have some fun. “Mmm, enjoy,” I groaned. Three of my kittens were fingering their twats, petting the depths of their pussies. Earrings for Gina, gold with sapphires, and then a gold herringbone chain, for a man. She had the same though, that even know neither would know where this may lead, he deserved something from her for being so nice and kind. The ladies cleared away the table, and I moved into the living room, ready to sit back and enjoy the evening. The three of them lay in a pile. “Yes beta….ohhhh…my son…ahhhh…ahhhhh…ahhhhhh…ufff …yyess” my huge cock stimulated every inch of her tight hot vagina. He could not have been more enthralled if it were the Mona Lisa herself. Willowbud glanced at me, then reached for the table beside her. “.. Alistair was indian making Laura do this. “Why party punish me?” sex Elise an I had prepared dinner; cooked chicken with rice and string beans. She was breathless, but I couldn’t wait any longer. Only Aurora and I would ever know that it was me who gave her such rapture. “Oh, I couple think she loves pleasing me more,” I moaned. She had dirty blond hair, and her breasts were just forming, just as my sisters were. CHAPTER 2 ‘Spend the night’ didn’t mean just more sex, it also implied waking up together. 6 of them were bullshit telemarketers, but outdoor the remaining 12 were all from my sister. She heard his steps recede, wondering if he had miraculously heeded her request.