I answer.She listened carefully in the darkness.He was deathly afraid he would mess up and do something stupid and disgrace himself with this girl he was growing to love even more than his own family.My mind was muddled with the thoughts; should I or shouldn’t I. I needed mom time to think what I will do.For two weeks, our passionate love life thrived and was becoming more intense when I talked about her being fucked by big black cocks.The next mature shop we went in was a dress shop.Please let me cum, she begs.she asked.Why yes, boy I thought.We were all standing face to face, Gary behind me, his hands on my tits, and Sharon with her back to my husband with his hands groping her huge heels tits.I don't fuck think it was Gary's hands on my tits that made my pussy start gushing.Don't you like my tits?She was fascinated by the way the women dressed and the boldness with which they conducted themselves.Gently he placed his hands on each side of my head and I took him further.Her brain whites out for a fraction of a fraction of time.What do you love? That was the best. Of course it was, I said, rubbing my boy nose against hers. Mothers always make sure their daughters are pleased. I groaned as my son pulled out of my snatch. I whimpered, his seed in me. I clamped my pussy tight to hold in his seed while I was eager to have more fun with my daughter. I pulled the dildo out of Anahit, making her whimper in the process, then I turned mature around. Edvard, Dog, I want the house cleaned before you go to bed, I said. Dog, you can sleep on the couch for now. Yes, Mistress, he said, sitting in the corner, his face heels flushed. I shivered, loving that he watched me deflower our daughter. Now, me fuck and you are going to have a delicious mom time in bed, I said, grabbing my daughter's hand. Yes, Mother, she said, her voice so bright.She hopped off the table, her pussy juices dribbling down her thighs.