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“Vita.” I spoke with a drawl that I hadn’t before. Vita looked at me from over our daughter’s shoulder, his red eyes wild. I guided him to stop his thrusts, and ran my fingers along his half-buried shaft, and through the pummeled folds of Joy. She was staring at me with questioning, annoyed eyes, her lips parted to breathe decadent moans, her cheeks flushed with her pleasure and strangulation. “You cannot conquer her more from this expedition.” I said, withdrawing Vita from her depths, “There are other campaigns to pursue.” “Fuck you, you old bitch!” Joy snapped, “He doesn’t want you anymore! He belongs to me now!” “You mistake me, daughter.” I chuckled lowly, admiring the way her broken virginity stayed yawning and dripping even after it had been evacuated. I looked lazily into her questioning eyes, and guided my husband’s weapon backward, sliding the tip down her moist taint, “I am simply suggesting an assault from the rear.” The look of shock that came over Joy’s face was almost as exquisite as the agonized expression that came immediately afterward. Vita used the fluid of his daughter’s lust to lubricate the invasion, but there was no preparing her for the depth of it. He buried himself into her filthy, virgin hole, and Joy’s entire body wrenched. Her head flung busty backward, her breasts jutted forward, her pelvis pivoted downward, and her ass wrenched upward, the small of her back becoming the vertex of her agonized arch. Her bottom lip trembled below wide, mindless eyes, and her chest heaved with desperate intakes. Vita took his daughter by the golden mature globes of her flank, and lifted her easily from the bed. She fell spinelessly against him, her pelvis tilting forward, her legs dragging out from beneath her, and flopping uselessly before her. I could see the extent of her ruination, and my eyes followed a dribble of lust that started from the bottom of her slit, dripped down the ribbon of her taint, and thinned about the stretched rim of her sodomy. An unbidden memory came to me in that moment. It was a memory of Joy laughing mom gayly from beside a waterfall as she made the water run back up the cliffside. Her sonorous mirth echoed against the rocks, and she looked delightedly back at me. I remembered the purity of her, the brilliance of her virtue. I remembered that I vowed to keep her like that; void of pain, ignorant of suffering, innocent of the ills of lust. She was a grown woman then, naked in the water, but her nudity bore no vulgarity, nor shame. It was simply the form of her, beautiful, graceful, and untainted. “Watch me, Mom!” She had laughed, and with a wave of her hands, she’d emptied the lagoon into the air, and created a liquid sculpture of me in the sky. She let the water rain upon us, and we giggled, embracing as mother and daughter, enjoying each other’s flesh and warmth without desire. Her white hair was matted to her head, her eyes were alight with glee, and her lips were creased with joy. Her golden hair was disheveled, her eyes were possessed from the tops of her whites, and her lips were trembling and leaking with drool. Her body was still beautiful, but the grace of virtue was gone from it, and the modesty was gone. She reached beneath herself, grabbed the glutes her father was already gripping, and she spread herself wider. The last of his cock slid into her taught shithole, and a shudder ran through her. Her eyes old rolled forward, and focused on me. “Watch me, Mom.” She whispered, hatred and greed, lust and love, all mingling in the husky tone of her voice. She planted her feet into the bedding, and upon shaking legs she rose, her anus stretching as it clung avariciously to her father’s shaft, the rim sucking upon him. She reached the crease of his cock, her eyes locked with mine, and then she dropped. The cry that came from her was filled with pain and delight, and the sob that wracked her chest bore a similar duality. And though it seemed to torture her, she did it again, and again, and granny again. No matter how I looked at it, it was wrong, and wasn’t going to granny happen again… spoken like a true addict… and as with all addictions, they cause you to make bad decisions… After school I walked into the kitchen of our home and was greeted my loving sister who looked like she had been standing there waiting for me all day. "GO ON, mature FIST ME LARRY. We usually kiss in the gay bars: helps me get boys to think I am more macho and she gets her share of fun. I know she hasn’t been Troy never had lived that down. When I say sang, it meant at home, she’d never been on a stage before. She was exhausted, and even tho she didn't like what Donny had done to her, she still didn't want to take the chance on sleeping and ending this. She gathered her things and headed for the door, already a little old late for school, when she suddenly paused. "Any rate after waking up flustered I went into the bathroom to calm down. The Agenda had recruited her months before. In a matter of seconds he was exploding again. Brent says " It's nasty but as long as there's no penetration If it means living in a big apartment rent free and he pays all of the bills for the rest of our lives then I'm ok with it ", then Brent says " Wait, who will see these pictures? Walking in, he was greeted by a startled Quinn. "I love you." Clare replied. “How horrid,” shuddered Greta beside me. Suddenly Mel let out a shout. I lay there all a mess, twitchy and jumpy, and try to catch my breath. I was nervous as all hell doing it, certainly no master CIA spy operating in the field. Ko responded by gesturing with two fingers. That was very un-succubus of me. “I’m tied busty up,” he said. What do you think?” No! Don't fuck Mommy's pussy again, Walter!" I looked down at my fingers and hands mom that were shaking and began to fantasize about what we were going to do once lights were out.