Lucy drew her eyes to me, and I narrowed mine at her. She winked, then dropped the leash. “If you feel like I’ve somehow tricked you, then I’m afraid juicy I can’t accept you, Becky.” Lucy said, undoing Mom’s collar, “It is your choice, after all.” Mom touched Lucy’s hand before she could remove the collar. “Don’t.” “Mom…” shower I said warningly, my heartrate rising, “You don’t need her.” “It’s your choice.” Lucy smiled down at my mom. babe “You’re not who she says you are!” I yelled, my tone pleading. “You are who you are, Becky.” Lucy let go of the collar, “No one can change that, not even me.” Mom looked at me, the conflict raging behind her blue eyes. Then she dropped her eyes to her lap, and her shoulders slouched in surrender. “This is me, Daniel.” Mom said softly, a horrible resignation in her voice, “This is who I always was, and who I always wanted to be.” beautiful She looked up at me, a strange smile curving across her lips, amateur “I only have to do one more thing, and I’ll finally be Lucy’s pet!” “Mom, stop!” I yelled, but it fell on deaf ears. Mom looked back up at Lucy, adoration brimming from her face. She clasped her collar back in place, and Lucy took the leash. “No-no-no-no-no!” Mom neared my cock, her big eyes running down its flaccid length, horror and disgust battling in her lenses. By her expression, I thought the revulsion might compel her away, but I was wrong. It seemed that her abhorrence only entrenched her arousal, and soon her eyes were filled with perverse desire. “Mom, stop!” I pleaded a final time. Mom looked up at me, and my heart fell. Her eyes were glazed and distant, her pupils were dilated with lust. She poked her tongue from her lips, and slowly lowered her head. She licked me. Her tongue slid under my cock, flipped it onto my belly, and drew along it from base to tip. I couldn’t believe it, and neither could she. The realization of what she’d just done clarified her eyes, and she paused, horror and uncertainty breaching her lechery. Then her eyes glazed again, the lust even stronger because of her self-debasement, and she beamed up at me, a maternal smile that I’d seen a million times, now corrupted with perversion. She lowered her head, and licked my cock back and forth, back and forth; canine kisses from the devil's dog. I gawked, staring in complete disbelief. “Good girl.” Lucy snickered, petting Mom’s head as she lathered me. Never in my worst nightmares had my mind concocted this image, and yet, here it was. I closed my eyes tightly, trying to imagine anything that would keep me soft. Images of Emily filtered unbidden behind my lenses. Images of her between my legs, licking my shaft like a dutiful pup. My eyes flashed open with a gasp, and my vision was sexy filled with the reptilian eyes of the devil. And he was on the floor face down, arm behind his back yelling like amateur a little girl. "Start juicy at the beginning," Tina said, "sooner rather than later, stud. Suddenly clarity came to Drivas's eyes as she nodded. His prick is average size though, and the worst thing beautiful about being raped by him is the sexy way my head presses against the sweaty flesh of his chest, so even after he’s gone I can’t escape the scent of his body odor. It was a posture full of solemnity, and she kept it, letting the sentiment wash over the crowd. I had my concerns about how he would react to Samantha being in my possession. “I’ll take this side of town!” I yelled over my shoulder, “We should split up to cover more ground faster!” “What's wrong?” My dad panicked and was about to take her babe to a hospital, when Grandma told Mom to bear pain and ask hubby to fuck. They'll do the rest. “Bear with me… I might fumble this a little bit… but... “Oh, I have had mine for weeks. I told him how I used to stare at him in class endlessly, and fantasize about fucking him on the teacher's desk. “Uhhh, ” Emily joined in with a pout, pointing towards her own cheeks with both of her slender fingers, “There’s always been a hot chick in the group, though?” He admired her smooth, shower caramel skin, and the tight curves of her calves and thighs. Then he went on to explain that he would install them when our first child was old enough to worry about them going off the edge. "How long do you think it will take?" Lucilla locked her limbs around me as the two of us hovered hundreds of feet from the ground. Whips, chains, wax. Ares had been swinging the black sword, laughing with glee at the shrieking that it was making. “None taken,” she said. Turn around atop Bernie and kiss her, Lucilla.” I got two buckets and more towels just in case. With receding passion, she slowly regained normal breathing, but continued to lie naked on the bed, hands on the lower abdomen, feet still apart in a lewd reminder of her just concluded dynamite act. We looked all over with no success. Her legs stiffened, and her toes curled tightly. Yep, she’s still a cat. And brought my attention back to Portia with a lot less force; He’s still waiting on that kiss.” she laughed, then continued. Then we walked off the stage. I guess she reminded me of my youth, when drugs, gangs, and murder were synonyms for ‘fun, friends, and money.’ Still, her death was worth it if Corruption was dead. “Okay you two,” I said, chuckling. She knew her younger sister was in the next room along with her twin brother and she knew what was going to happen between them.