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All three of us cried out in response to the change; Mom hissing an approving tone against my ear, Aunt Lucilla flinging her head back and addressing the ceiling, and me, whining pathetically as I was taken by my parents, trapped between their voluptuous bodies as their warmth melded into me. Aunt Lucilla torqued my breasts into spirals of olive flesh, the nipples throbbing between her thumbs and forefingers, the stinging sinking to my chest, persuading me to thrust just how Big Tits she wanted, a toy her for use, a puppet for her entertainment. She rode me like a cowgirl on a bucking bronco, balancing with the expertness of experience. Her hips shifted in an alluring pattern; one rising, one falling, one cheek bulging behind her, the other dropping. Her abdomen stretched and clenched, the patterns drawn across it highlighting the subtle lines of muscle beneath her silky complexion, her fiery canvas growing brighter with each thrust from mother, and then me. Her imperious glare, the sneer across her lips, the avarice in her eyes, all began to change as we moved with deeper, harder motions. Her brow furrowed at its meeting, her lips gaped to a pink oval, her neck flexed and striated as her calls grew hoarser, raising in pitch to a beautiful fervent tenor. She clenched and flexed around me, the motion of her sinuous grinds stirring her pussy about my driving cock, her lips sucking me in whilst leaking their lust all over my pelvis. Mom grasped my hips and held me in place for a moment, and then blasted into me with more force than she ever had. I screamed my delight as my pelvis was forced into the air, and Aunt Lucilla with it. Aunt Lucilla’s hands left my breasts, her head flung back, her scream harmonized with mine as the circular motion of her grinds lost their grace, and became manic shifts back and forth, her body locking and jerking with a renewed urgency. cumshot The fluidity of her lust gave way to vehement lurches, her breasts jiggling from their perches, her ass clapping behind her, her insides coiling around me, daring me to break her resistances with each thrust forced from my mother. Her lips peeled back to reveal gritted teeth, her sonorous voice giving way to growls and guttural moans. Mom’s breath was hot on my neck, her tone telling me she was losing control, her drives all but confirming it. I let her take me, let her become the power of our lust, let her penetrate me with the desperate violence she couldn’t repress. I became her woman; grinding against her, clenching around her, welcoming her inside me and allowing her to use me as the tool to fuck Aunt Lucilla, teaching me the ways vintage of a man’s love. Through it all, Mom whispered soft nothings into my ear; maternal, comforting sounds that were almost apologetic, as though she was asking for forgiveness as she violated me so perfectly. “Oh, fuck!” blonde Aunt Lucilla half-cried, half snarled. The force of my assisted thrusts making her posture weak with pleasure. She collapsed atop me, her breath against the other side of my neck, her lurching body smearing sweat and juices across me as I did the same to her. Mom’s heat was radiating wetly against my back, her exerted breaths and moans growing louder, her masculine lust completely uncaged. She grabbed my ass, pressed it firmly against her crotch, and sunk her finger deep into the succulent flesh as she pivoted me where she wanted, and drove mercilessly. I screamed my abject pleasure, feeling the tension within my nethers wind tighter and tighter, feeling the boiling in my loins go from a simmer, to roil. Aunt Lucilla took a desperate hold of my hair, looking for some part of me to hold on to, and pulled until tears of pain and delight filmed my eyes. He ran his fingers in circles over it. You're a fast learner too. Oh I sent you something, and I've put your guitars, amp and things in my room, they'll be safe until you return. She and I were both over 6 feet tall, so I had to blonde drop to my knees as I entered. “He's just wondering why I'm skipping chess club,” I said, my cheeks burning. I was working for an auto repair facility that repaired your vehicle on the road. How could she end up like this. Both of them were at ease in this position, grasping whatever comfort they could derive from cuddling each other. It was pictures of Reg with his lover. 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