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Kyle did not care…he drove his hips upward. The pressure turned to pain as he forced himself into me…each slight movement felt like a huge sandpaper cylinder was being shoved up me. The pressure, the force, the tightness…pain caused a yelp to exit from my throat…even as he bottomed out against my internal organs. He allowed me to lift, just slightly, but enough to notice my cunt was starting to flow…the friction turning more into heat and less like the sandpaper. Kyle kept pounding into me…not the slow and building crescendo he did last weekend, but as if he turned into a commercial jackhammer. He was showing no mercy as he tried to split me in cfnm two…to drive his cock completely through me. The heat turned into a burning sensation…it needed to be cooled, but he was not letting up. The thought was that I might die being skewered by my own son’s cock…it seemed to go on forever…before finally stiffening…his jets of cum surging and seething into the depths of my cavity. This kid’s volume was more than any two men I ever fucked…it filled me, but due to the size of his femdom cock his jizz was forced around it…even though I was only beginning to start the climb to a sexual climax, I still had a satisfaction of not only surviving but getting him off with such a copious amount. A thought flashed through my mind…if I was not on the pill…there was absolutely no way his seed would not have fertilized me…the picture of my swollen belly floated through my consciousness. Just as I caught my breath, still impaled on his dick…the front door burst open. I turned my head just in time to see the confused expression on my youngest daughter’s face. My first reaction was to jump off…but in a nano second realized that still having my dress on was camouflaging her brother’s dick imbedded deep within me. It might have been an awkward scenario…but there might be an opportunity for plausible deniability if it came to that. “Hey sis”, Kyle spoke without a hint of any anxiety. “Hey… what’s going on?” Kellie asked nonchalantly while starting to climb the stairs as if it was normal to see her mother sitting face to face on the lap of her older brother. “Mom was showing me a new position,” he hesitated and then, “a new position to hold me down.” “Yeah…sure…”, she said as if this was just a common occurrence. Then she disappeared. It was unbelievable…here I was with my fetish son’s cock stuck up my pussy, his cum seeping out and my youngest daughter just blows off what had to be a very compromising pornstars position. My panties were sitting in the middle of the living room floor and Kyle’s shorts were down around his ankles. And she never caught on??? Kyle let out a little laugh, I could not help but react the same way….but when I tried to dismount. He shook his head in a negative. “We’re not done, bitch….I pornstar have another load to give you…”, he calmly said. His hands ran up my thighs and softly guided my next motions…he wanted me to do all the work. I gyrated slowly, then would rise and fall….over and over again. “I was just starting to panic, thinking I was in trouble,” I said, pornstars glancing to the left where my wife, Sharron, watched from the side of the set, her blue eyes wide. The first to complete their goals and check in at the rally point wins." “At least you’re halfway there. Psychically, it could sense something more. "What will we do when we run out of this stuff?" she mused as she lifted the cup to her lips and let the last drops drip on her tongue. I suggested a warehouse near where Sheila and I were. She grabs my femdom leash and pulls me behind her as she fetish gets into the van. “Whats up my dear?” I shy away a little bit, trying to work out how to best say I'm fooling around with my brother, and now want to have sex with him, “Its about boys, i've been doing stuff with someone outside of school, and cfnm I'm wanting to take it further with him” “Ok Emma, do your parents pornstar know about this boy?” “Well, they know him, but not what we've done” “I see, and I'm guessing you want this to stay in this room?” “Yes, please, Miss Atley” “Ok, I can keep this confidential, no one will know except for you and I, what is your question Emma?” “Does it hurt? He stood still. I tried to step out of my shorts and undies, but I still had my school shoes on and I became snarled. My phone buzzed, clutched tightly in my hand. Julie stood holding the short rain and shine coat closed as best she could. I was eager to get home. Aunt Sheen’s large round ass cheeks were even more prominent now as the jeans gave them a perfect bubble-shape. The sound of defeat, of powerlessness. "WOW! It hurts just as bad as the last time! The bitch began sucking cock again and the man was pinching on her tits so hard that tears were rolling down her cheeks - not just the nipples, but the actual flesh of her tits - where it REALLY hurt! I even stocked a complete wardrobe of jeans and t-shirts so if anybody got excessively coated with cum, they didn’t have to go home that way. I walked out to my car and looked up at the building and smiled at the load I had just left in a married woman’s asshole and drove away wondering how she would explain being naked, spent and laing spread eagle on the bed when he finds her. Propped up on one arm she wiped her eyes with the back of her hand and turned a tear-streaked face to them.