Mom stopped twitching as my hips shot into action on their own. Hardly. As it happened she was still alive. And maybe think about what a depraved whore you are to seduce your own son like that. Her lip had split open by the time she started turning blue. I whistled as I worked. The clenching of her pussy told me she still registered pain, which was good. They came out surprising easily. When I showed up to my parents’ house I came late at night and unannounced. Her attempts to gulp down breaths past my meat were futile; I filled her mouth entirely. Suddenly, Mom’s entire body started jerking. I pointed the knife directly at him which shut him up. And so, as I spent hour after hour, day after day, blowing load after load into the bodies of my whore sisters, a plan slowly came together. It seems my mother had had a boob job at some point. “Shut the fuck up, you tramp. Blood flowed over the wood and even the makeshift gag could do little to contain my father’s screams.
