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At that I gasp, mom no don’t tell me… Yup is all she said he raped me that night because my father sold me to the highest bidder and it just so happened that the highest bidder was the Italian mob. I couldn’t stop from crying at that point. Why would he do that to you? Cause he was a mean, surly, sorry old bastard! Listen Jazzy I know you may be angry at me right now, but I promise if things had been different I wouldn’t have put you up for adoption. You mean if he had not raped you? No sweaty it nothing like that at all, after the first time he raped me I became a shell of myself I was never the same again. Gosh mom I can’t imagine how hard all of that must have been for you! You have no id

"You come when I tell you to. Greedy little slut, trying to come without my permission." He fucked me harder. His words were dirty and pushed me closer to the edge. "I am going to breed this tight little ass. I am going to pump you so full of my cum you will be leaking for days. You would like that, would you not? My own personal cumdump, always ready and waiting for Daddy's load." I was seeing stars. My mind went blank from the pleasure. I did not think I could hold on much longer. My body felt like it was on fire. The image of my mom's smiling face flashed in my mind. This was for her.

My fingers found my swollen clit and started circling fast. “Oh god,” I whispered to myself, eyes closed. “Sean…” I pictured his face when Mom called — that mix of shock and hunger. I imagined him bending me over again, his thick fingers pumping inside me while he told me to be quiet so Mom wouldn’t hear. My other hand squeezed my breast, pinching my nipple the way he had.

All she did was grasp the champagne flute in her hands tightly. “I don't believe this…it will be all over the news and daily fashion magazines…such scandals happen in these people's lives,” “Oh spare me, I heard they just got married and rumor has it that…it was an arranged marriage,” “Really? So, it's not a love marriage," “How can it be when Mr. Romero has a son…she's practically a stepmom…no wonder she decided to go for a single wealthy man,” by now Alana has had enough of the women gossiping behind her back? Slamming the champagne flute on the table. Alana rose to her feet and turned around to look at them, and they seemed startled and pretending as if they didn't say anything. Brigitte

“I’m such a dirty gangbang slut… my son would be disgusted if he knew his mother was an airtight cumdump.” That line made my cock throb painfully. I pulled it out, already leaking, and started stroking as I watched my own mother degrade herself for eight strangers. They didn’t ease her in. They carried her to the big sectional and positioned her perfectly. One guy lay down and pulled her on top, sinking his cock deep into her pussy. Another immediately pushed into her ass from behind. A third forced his dick back into her mouth. Within seconds Mom was airtight — three holes stuffed at the same time.

"Hillian told me everything about you. How you look when you cum. How long you’ve been untouched by the old man. How you touched yourself in his room that day. I listened to every word he told me." My throat had gone dry by now, I looked from one face to the other. Hillian squeezed my hands. "I’m asking you again. Do you want this? From both of us." I should have said no, I should have stood up and walked out. Instead I let my body answer first, I could feel myself getting excited. I had never had sex with two people before. It had always been a fantasy I kept private, but now it was standing in front of me actually playing out in real time. "Yes," I whispered.

“You let some random boy put his hands on you like this? On my baby girl’s beautiful tits?” The crude word coming from my father’s mouth made my pussy clench hard and a fresh rush of wetness slick my thighs. I should have stepped back. I should have grabbed the towel. But I didn’t. I stood there completely naked, letting my own father fondle my breast while his eyes burned into mine. “It was just sex, Daddy,” I whispered, my voice breathy and unsteady. “Nothing serious. Just a quick hookup.”

DANIEL POV The second the front door clicked, I knew. Penelope was back. I tried to focus on Sara, the blonde currently naked and busy between my legs but it was no use. My grip on the armrests of the chair tightened until my knuckles turned white. I didn't even look at Sara. She was just some girl from one of my classes, pretty enough, but she’d been practically begging to come over for weeks. I’d only said yes because the house was supposed to be empty. Mom was already in England for some work trip , and my old man was buried in some legal brief at his firm, probably not coming home until the middle of the night. It was supposed to be just me, alone, blowing off some steam.

"An older man fucking you like you're his property. Tell me the truth, Lia." "Yes! Yes, Julian! Harder, please, fuck me harder!" I sobbed, completely losing my mind from the pleasure. He gripped my waist with both of his huge hands, lifting my body slightly with every single downward plunge, driving his dick so deep I could feel it hitting the very top of my womb. The forbidden nature of it, the raw age gap, the way he completely controlled every inch of my body pushed me straight over the edge. My tight walls clamped down on his long dick like a vice, contracting wildly over and over again as a massive, uncontrollable squirt burst out of me, drenching his thighs and his stomach.

Instead…. Instead, she’d had the orgasm of her life. Her skin still tingled and her heart started to pound with desire as she remembered the way he had touched her. She knew she couldn’t let him touch her again. He was her boss. But, she also didn’t know how she would be able to resist it. She glanced at the time and realized the afternoon was disappearing faster than she had expected. She wondered if she could call her best friend Mia or whether she would be busy getting her son from pre-school. It was so hard to keep track of that child’s schedule, what with school and music lessons, and swimming and other activities that seemed to come and go. Fortunately, she was seeing her mom this even