A Beloved Mom Goes Down Ch. 2

My sister and I had succeeded in fucking our mom. When we met that night, we hugged and congratulated each other. 'It was great to see Mom's pussy jammed with your cock,' Jill said. 

'I was hoping you'd go after that puss later,' I replied. 

'That wasn't possible. ...But there's always a next time.' She smiled wickedly. 'How was it for you, Garth?' she asked. 

'That was some hot hole, and I have you to thank, Jill.'

I remembered. Images flashed before me. Mom lying naked, reddish bush split. Jill straddling her mouth, facing me to the 'south.' Mom's breasts, a little fuller and older, were being kneaded in Jill's hands. Jill's own breasts--I'd come to love them even more--were presented to me, and I took them. She moaned; Mom's tongue thrust up her hole, and I pinched her nipples. When I shoved my prick into Mom's cunt, Jill had an expression on her face I'll always remember; as if she viscerally experienced the violation, yet relished it.

I remembered how the slurping sounds got louder as Jill, in her excitement, was gushing into Mom's mouth. I played with Jill's tits as I thrust into Mom's cunt.

In the midst of these memories, my cock stirred. Jill saw. 'That hot hole really does it for you.' She added slyly, 'You're not going to start preferring that pussy to my cute little one, are you?' (After our first experiment, she'd directed me to eat her a couple more times.) Watching me intently, she raised her skirt and pulled her panties aside. My cock sprung up, and that answered her question. The lips of her pussy had become part of my favorite sandwich. My sister had a dream twat, with puffy outer lips and scarlet inner ones, now opening over her slick tight entrance. She sat back on a nearby chair.

'Suck me,' she said. 'The way I like it.' I would part the outer lips with my tongue, and suck on the inner ones, drawing them into my mouth, licking at the edges. I leaned forward and began again, feeling the inner labia between my lips and tasting her flow. I smelled the aroma of my favorite cunt, as I started licking around the entrance to her hole, which had started to bloom, open and inviting. Slipping along the rim, my tongue made her yield further to me; I aimed at the center and thrust my tongue in as far as it would go. Wet darkness enveloped my face. She moaned and rotated her hips up as I twisted my tongue inside, feeling the slick walls contracting in an irregular rhythm around me. My face was now coated in my sister's fuck juices, and the pressure of her cunt against my face made me yearn to plunge into her. Her fingers were moving faster, alternately stroking and pressing her clit while she groaned and bucked to my face, now awash in cunt juice. She frigged her clit savagely while I sucked and drank that pineapple flow; as she started to thrash, I jabbed my tongue into her repeatedly. I heard her grunt as she came suddenly, a flood onto my face against her. I felt her body convulsing against me, and then her fingers, for a delicate moment, were in my hair. 

I fell back as she disengaged. She looked at my cock, which was no longer so stiffly erect. 'Jerk it for me,' she said. I did, watching her curious eyes. When it soon stood full and hard, deepening purple at the head, I could see she was pleased. 'Think of Mom's cunt. It's OK to. Picture how we had it all stirred up, dripping, even before you went in.' She whispered, 'Remember how we watched her pussy lips clasping your cock.' She perked up as she saw the remark had brought me to the brink. 'Stop,' she said. 'You'll have to take care of that later.' Authoritative; a new tone in her voice. I complied and stopped stroking, hoping obedience would pay off. I thrilled to her new power; it would give fresh energy to our quest. She continued, 'Don't wash your face in the meantime; come to my aroma.' Seeing the lust in her face, I didn't mind being sent to jerk off. I knew her mind was running a mile a minute about our next times with Mom.

'What shall we do to Mom, now?' Jill was thinking aloud.

'She's got to get into her debauchery. Act out her depravity.'

'Yes, exactly. Garth, she's fucked you, but she tells herself it's for my sake. I'd like to see her admit her own lust. I want her to beg for it.'

'There has got to be a way.' I was trying to come up with something. 'Jill, what would it take to break her spirit?'

'How about guilt and despair?'

'Tell me about it.'

'Well, first I want her to be eating my cunt regularly. I will have some dates. I'll come home, pussy leaking cum; I'll let her know how upset I am, how my life is out of control, and get her to comfort me. Then I'll gradually escalate.'

'Sounds good. You've had her lapping you for some a while; have her service your pussy.'

'Yes, it's fitting for her to clean my cunt--that she once accused me of peddling.' Jill still remembered the tongue lashing she'd gotten, years ago, when she came home after a date, with a wet spot on the back of her skirt. She'd not forgiven the severity commonly displayed by mothers of teenaged daughters.

'But where do you go from there?'

'I have in mind, for the second phase, a scene where she discovers me getting fucked by three or four guys. And then I'll really fuck with her mind. The third phase will demolish the last of her dignity.'

I was eager to watch the first phase.

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Mom was home; it was late in the evening, and Jill came in. I had openly said goodnight an hour before, but could easily steal up the dark hallway next to the living room.

'Mom, I'm so glad you're up.'

'What is it, dear?'

'I'm not proud, Mom. I got drunk and went home with this guy. He said he liked me and we were fooling around. He told me how beautiful I was and took off my clothes. I knew he just wanted to fuck me. But I liked hearing those words, and I lay down with him. He had his fingers in me and then his cock, and I got carried away.'

'Oh, honey.'

'After he came, he dressed in a hurry and told me I had to leave. "You just used me," I said. "Baby you loved it, and you gotta go now, but maybe call me if you want some more." Mom, I feel so dirty, yet I can't help myself.'

'We all make mistakes.'

Jill pressed into Mom's arms and started to cry. Mom kissed her neck and held her. My sister pressed against Mom, and I could see Mom begin to respond, stroking Jill's back and then her breasts. 'Mom, I love you. I feel so worthless.' Jill unbuttoned her blouse and loosened her bra. 'Please love me, Mom.' Mom's hands went to those firm breasts quickly, and my sister began moaning. Jill unfastened her skirt. 'Mom, look' she said, as she took off her tiny black panties. It was a masterpiece. There was cum all through her pubic hair. It dripped from her slit. 'Mom, do I disgust you?' Mom was plainly shocked and upset, but she couldn't say it. 'Honey, you are a fine young woman.' 

'Mom, look at my pussy. Who would want it?' She began to cry again. That was the opening. 'I love your pussy,' Mom said. 

'Yes, Mom, I remember how you reassured me after I told you about how bad I felt, and I didn't know if my pussy smelled bad.'

'I love your smell.'

'But Mom, it's covered in slime; I'm sure you feel disgusted.'

Mom was firmer this, time. She had to be. 'Jill, your pussy is sexy, and it's fine to be all gooey and excited.' Mom sat on the sofa.

Jill moved toward her and Mom reclined. I believe she knew what she had to do when Jill straddled her face, holding this dripping pussy over her. Mom simply couldn't turn up her nose, or even hesitate, and Jill knew that. Jill lowered herself onto Mom, who, as expected, proceeded to kiss my sister's cunt. Jill made sure to open it up. 'I love how you lick me, Mom.' She bore down and soon the cum was flowing out. Mom, after waiting just a split second, began lapping it up. Jill moaned and pressed her cunt hard onto Mom's mouth. I could see the tongue thrust in there and the cum all over Mom's face. I was so aroused, I took out my cock and quietly jerked off.

Well, this incident set the stage. My sister appeared to sink further into abasement. She came back home a couple more times in even worse shape. One time it was two guys. Mom did not even hesitate any more to offer Jill this strange comfort and reassurance. And the next morning my sister would make loving eyes at Mom. In front of me, she'd say, 'Mom I feel so much better this morning.' Of course by evening, her despair would show, and I heard her telling Mom, 'I'm out of control.' I tried hard to sound unsympathetic. 'Sounds like you're turning into the neighborhood bicycle.' We had decided I would remain the 'bad guy.' Mom was to despair over Jill, feel torn over her plight. Then we would move ahead.

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After a few nights of this, we met and congratulated each other on how things we going. 'Garth, I'm doing the corrupting, here. What are you doing?'

I could see her point. 'I'm ready to pitch in,' I said. 'Well, in the mean time, we must not stop your education in evil.'

'Do you want to degrade me, like before?' 

'Well, there are no free lunches... I mean shows.' 'Tonight,' she said, 'I want you, when you're watching, to come onto a saucer, then take it to your room. When Mom's gone to sleep, I will come and visit you.'

The thought puzzled and thrilled me. I could see that my sister was no longer a partner, but was taking charge of the whole project. That night, Jill came home leaking cum from a couple of guys. What a mess. But it was oddly exciting, my sister's pussy ravaged, dripping. Mom didn't bat an eye, and I almost came in my hand when Mom's head plunged into the goo. When Mom was noisily slurping away, I shot a huge load and coated a saucer in my sticky white jism. I retired and did not have long to wait. Sister knocked very quietly and entered. 'Do you have the saucer?' 

'Yes.' 

'Do you know what you are to do with it?' 

'Yes.' 

'Do you know why?'

'I suppose you're going to get off on seeing me eat my own cum.' 

'Well, the white mustache suits you,' she said smiling. 'But that is not the reason. Just as Mom is yielding to power, you must also. As her boundaries are violated, yours are too.' 

'Oh.' 

'You sound unsure,' she said. Jill opened her nightgown, exposing her pussy, freshly tongue cleaned, black hairs shining. 'Look at it, ' she said. My cock hardened. She watched me intently. With her fingers, she spread open the lips. 'Jerk yourself.' I started to; I couldn't help it.

'See how you are driven, my brother. Now I want you to stop.'

I did. I saw her point. She was to show her power; she enjoyed its exercise, in overcoming anything that stood in the way of her arbitrary decision: my feelings, my standards.

'Hand me the saucer.' 

I did.

She drew a finger through the goo, and presented it to me. 'Lick it.' 

I took the finger into my mouth, and I could see her satisfaction as she checked my hard cock. 'You don't relish licking off this saucer, do you, Garth?'

My face gave me away. 'That's fine, so long as you accept my alternative.' 'Anything,' I said, foolishly.

She had brought with her a large glass bowl. She took the saucer from me and held it in front of her pussy. 'Hold the bowl below.'

As I did, she unleashed her piss onto the saucer, deflecting it into the bowl beneath, rinsing my cum. And she must have saved up, for the bowl soon held almost two cups of her golden fluid, with my whitish ribbons floating in there.

'Mom is going to be subject to both to my pussy and your cock. You however are subject to me; as is your cock and its cum. Take the bowl and drink it down.'

At first I felt nausea. She saw it. 'Transgression,' she reminded me.

' I don't know if I can keep it down,' I said. 'We don't know,' she said. 'But you can see the point?' Clarity. That moment. It didn't matter if I could keep it down. Let my stomach revolt under the transgression. So much the better! The queasy churning now took on a different quality. It was a weird exaltation in being sickened in transgression. 

She had become my teacher in willful degradation. I tipped up the bowl and drank deeply. Waves of nausea hit me, yet my cock was upright and she saw it. 'Your cock appreciates transgression.' The nausea vanished as I heard her next words. 'You have earned the right to witness the second phase.'

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We planned the scene rather carefully. Three guys she knew would come over while Mom was out. I would be at the door to signal Mom's arrival, and then disappear into the shadows. 

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Jill's three friends came over and she introduced them. 'This is Bruce,' she said of the short one. 'Josh, here, is the one I look up to.' He was well over six feet; we greeted each other. 'Rock, here, is our "enforcer". Sometimes we call him 'truncheon.''' This fellow, though polite enough, was built like a refrigerator. And I was soon to learn the other reason for his nickname.

Sister took off her clothes in a hurry. When she was nude and the guys had stripped down. She'd flaunted her pussy to get them excited. Bruce's and Josh's cocks were up in an instant. Rock's expanded and I was amazed at the length and thickness. It seemed to reach half way to his knees. Jill approached him and said, 'The truncheon. Will it rise for me?' As she stroked the monster, it became half erect.

'Well, Garth, I've gotta get ready here, so why don't you fluff up Rock?'

She lay back on the sofa and began fingering herself. I'd never sucked a cock before, but I had no time for qualms. 'Jill' I said in protest. 'Garth,' she replied, wickedly, 'this pussy is running the show. Suck him!' I knelt by Rock and took his giant tool to my lips. I opened wide to accommodate the large head. I tasted his precum and for a second was revolted, but I could see Jill frigging herself in obvious delight at the scene. I began licking the slit and soon the organ stood tall and thick. I swear it was more than seven inches around. 'Fine,' said Jill.

The tableau had been planned. I went and stood by the door, watching for Mom, ready to signal. Sister took Bruce's cock into her mouth. Josh, according to plan, lifted her legs way up toward her shoulders. This enabled Rock to quickly use the bulb to split open her flooded pussy. She pulled her labia apart and thrust up to engage the truncheon, which stretched out my sister's cunt and slid slowly into the depths of her belly. I could see the Rock's eyes roll back as he eased her cock in and out of her. I caught sight of Mom, through the peephole, and gave the signal. Rock was just beginning to pick up speed, when there was the sound of the key turning, and as the door opened, Jill slurped Bruce's cock noisily, jerked off Josh standing next to her, and vigorously fucked Rock's formidable intruder.

Mom froze in utter shock. Sister pushed Bruce's cock out of her mouth, and dropped Josh's. She gave a cry, but left her pussy impaled on Rock. Mom strode toward them, and there was pandemonium as the guys gathered their things and fled out the door, clutching their clothes to their genitals.

My sister started to cry again. 'Mom, I don't know why I'm doing this.' Mom threw a comforter from the sofa over Jill and sat there nearby. My sister, lying there, pressed against Mom. ' I just want to die.' That got to her. 'Nonsense, my dear. You are not so bad. You have lost your way.'

'Mom, I think of what you did for me.' Jill wanted to remind her. Mom winced; she had tried to put it out of her mind. Sister began to turn the key in the lock. 'I saw your pussy get fucked for me; I know I have got to suffer.' Mom looked puzzled.

'I must pay the price for what I asked of you and for what you suffered.' 

Mom was beginning to see how the old scene with me, was affecting Jill. As we had expected, she was clearly becoming quite distressed. 'You don't have to pay, honey,' she protested.

'When you came in, I was paying. I love you Mom.'

Seeing the connection, Mom looked suddenly guilty. The degrading sex and now, even the gangbang, were my sister's reaction to Mom's act. 'Honey, I was trying to save you.' 

'I know what you're saying Mom. But when I picture your pussy being fucked, I know there is a price to be paid. I'm a piece of shit. I know what I made you do, and I can't stop myself from going to hell.' Mom got a look of utter hopelessness. The next day, she even apologized to my sister about the gangbang. 'I'm sorry,' she said, 'it happened because of me.'

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When next we met, we agreed the plan was on track, but Jill said she hadn't figure out the details of the third and last phase. Mom, by now, seemed like the walking dead. She was not sleeping. Jill made a point of going out two more times in the next week and coming home looking freshly fucked. I made a point of being nasty, and one time brought her to tears--or so it looked. 'You are loathsome,' she said to me.

Mom saw a downward spiral and was just devastated. We saw her crying at times, and Jill mentioned repeated apologies. 

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Jill and I were talking, when the idea came to her. 'I've got it,' she said. 'If she now sees me go down into the most extreme degradation, her guilt will max out. There will be only one way to make it clear to me that I was not the reason she fucked you. And you will have no problem making her say just what we want.' 

'How will we do it?' 

'Garth, at least for a couple minutes, you're going to get your wish.' She pointed to her cunt. 'Play along; take your clues from me; above all, act mean and evil.'

'I do my best.'

We set the scene the following night. Sis took off her clothing, and said, 'Have a look at the promised land!' She showed off the freshly washed pussy I'd eaten so many times lately, but never gotten my cock into. 'Can you get it up?' she teased. I was as erect as a lamppost. 'Show me your cock.' 

Flattered, I dropped my pants and shorts and approached. Taking it in her hand, she said, 'I want it super hard, Garth. Is this as hard as it gets?' I didn't know what to say. 'Let me help, big brother.' She took two fingers and shoved them into her pussy, wetting them; 'Have a lick!' My cock felt like it would explode. She saw the twitch as I took the fingers in my mouth.

'Do you know the drill?' she said, 'It's almost time.'

'What do I do?'

'I will be acting as self-degrading as possible. You reinforce it. … It's almost 5,' she said, 'Show time.'

She lay back on the sofa and drew up her legs. She parted her labia while watching my cock intently. I still hadn't figured out the whole plan, but she wanted it that way, so it wouldn't look rehearsed.

I knelt between her legs and stroked the head of my cock between those lips. I had long imagined the moment. My own sister. This time we were acting a bit, but I knew it would lead further; and it wasn't all acting; she'd enjoy it and wouldn't try to hide it. 'Give it to me,' she said

She was tight and slick already and bucked up her hips to impale herself. In a couple minutes, her pussy was oozing. The scene, so long awaited, had unimaginably hardened my prick, and my juices were leaking into hers. Our timing was perfect, for we heard the key in the door. She started talking.

'You like this slut's pussy, don't you, Garth. …Yes, I'm scum and I want more scum. Give it to me!!'

Yes, Jill, I'm fucking your whore's twat.'

'I want your scum in my dirty cunt,' cried Jill, just as Mom entered the room and froze in her tracks. Her jaw dropped. 'I deserve this, you mean son of a bitch.' 

Mom yelled 'Stop' and rushed to pull me off Jill. I didn't resist. I got into the spirit, though.

'You love it, slut; you asked for it. Mom can't rescue you from yourself.'

Jill started to cry.

'Jill, honey, this is not what you deserve.'

'Yes, Mom, I have to pay.'

'Why, honey?'

'I saw you take in this son of a bitch's dick'

Mom remembered the connection again; she'd stepped in for Jill, but then her degradation had made Jill feel responsible. There was guilt and anguish on her face, and I knew Jill had gotten the knife right into her guts.

'I have to take in this scum; God, I feel like shit.'

'This slut just wants it and she's going to get it.'

Mom was trying to figure out how to save Jill. She felt she had to. 

'I deserve it; I deserve it,' said Jill.

Mom must have realized she had to deal with me, for she began to probe. 'You just like to move in on Jill's misery?'

I realized the key was turning in the lock. I glanced at Jill; she saw it too. 'Well, Mom, a lay is a lay. Here it was, offered on a plate.'

Mom had all the pieces now. She hesitated. 'You wanted a lay.' 

'Yep. A hot one.'

'How did you like my pussy, Garth?' 

'I liked it Mom.'

'You want some, right now?'

'Well, Mom I had to twist your arm last time.' I gave the screw a turn. She had come to the bridge.

A knowing look came to her face. 'Garth, Hon, you know it was weird how it happened; it sort of took me by surprise. And I didn't say it after, but it turned out not to be a chore at all.'

'Oh?'

'You never heard me complain, did you?'

She had decided. She was showing Jill that she wanted it now, and suggesting that she'd wanted it, then. I was careful not to jump.

'You have a fine cock, son.'

'Thanks, Mom.'

She cupped her breasts under her thin blouse. 'Do you like these tits?'

'Yes, I always did.' She moved toward me.

'Touch me, Garth.' 

I hesitated. 'Mom, you don't have to do something you don't want to. You're not responsible for Jill's being fucked up.' This was the opposite of what I wanted her to think. I was tearing open the wound. 'Of course, I might just get tired of fucking her.' I dared to be obvious, at this point. It was her choice.

'I need you, Garth.' She moved in closer and started unbuttoning her blouse. I put my hand on her hip. She moved it down in front of her pants.

I pressed, and she ground up against my hand. But again I waited.

'Garth, please, I want you.' The words. Triumph. I couldn't glance over at Jill then, but I imagined her look.

'You want this son of a bitch?' A brilliant move from Jill. Mom could not back off now, only move ahead.

'Jill, leave yourself out of it. This isn't to defend your honor. I want his cock and you're not the reason.' Hoping to undo the past, I guess, she added, 'You never were.' Turning toward me, she said, 'He's my son. He's my sexy son.' Jill moved away.

'Show me what you want, Mom; tell me.'

Standing just inches from me, she unzipped her pants and took off her blouse. Then her bra came off and those full breasts spilled out. She stood with them against my chest. She reached for my cock. I did not move. Under her strokes I'd never felt it that hard, even when I'd fucked her before. She does want it, I thought, or she'd better put on the show of her life. I waited another couple seconds. She dropped her pants and stepped out of them. 'I want it, Garth. I want your cock in me.'

I helped her remove her panties, and I pressed her body fully against me, my cock against her belly. We moved toward the sofa just where I had been fucking Jill.

She lay back. 'You've seen this pussy, Garth, remember your fingers in there a couple weeks ago?'

I needed no further hint. I slid two fingers into her reeking cunt, while watching her closely. Her eyes fluttered and she pressed her pussy further onto my fingers. 'Deep, Garth.' I pushed in and stirred them in her slackening hole. I saw Jill had retired to a nearby chair and was idly touching herself.

Mom grasped my cock, and again I hesitated even as she pulled.

'In my pussy,' she said, moving my fingers out of her. Clenching the head, she stroked her slit with it. My cock twitched as it passed over her clit and twinged wonderfully as I began leaking into her pussy.

Tentatively she put the head into her hole. Flooding, clear mucus quickly covered it and eased my passage in. I felt her cunt muscles contracting around me as I drove it till I felt her cervix. The cervix through which I had entered this world.

I drew her legs up, wanting to see her impalement; she placed them on my shoulders. 'Mom, I love how you fuck me.' She shoved her hips upward; her face was serious as her body writhed against mine. My shaft was smothered in her, drowning in her liquid. I glanced down at the slick lips grazing my cock; she saw the lust in my face and grunted in response. 'Come on; fuck me. You love my hot cunt, don't you.' I jammed in every inch, to answer her question.

'You want to taste my fuck, don't you honey?' She reached down into the swamp and brought up two fingers coated in the glistening slickness.

She pushed them to my lips; I sniffed Mom's most intimate aroma; a craving for all of her seized me. My thrusts came even harder, squeezing into that cunt that now seemed even tighter than I remembered. I reached toward her clit; as I fingered it, I heard her moans. Her jerks and twitches were surely genuine. 'Doggy style?' I suggested. I helped her turn over and pulled her firm ass up, toward me. Glimpsing the tight butt I'd admired since I was a kid, I brought her cunt roughly onto my prick. I skewered her from behind, and her face was buried in the sofa; turned away from Jill, as I'd hoped. I worked her clit from above as her body shook and stiffened, then relaxed, then drove up and onto me, clenching my cock. I reached around to her hard nipples and tweaking and twisting. I wanted her to be past caring or thinking. 

I saw Jill across the room, frigging her pussy, quietly but effectively. I nodded for her to approach. To keep Mom occupied, I wet my index finger in her juices and began working the tip into her asshole. In my first full view, the brown rose opened graciously. Mom's wonderful stench. My finger slid deep into her ass. My mom thrashed her hips into my cock and finger. Jill, standing beside us, reached for Mom's breasts with her right hand and pinched the nipples. Mom didn't even notice the second set of hands. Jill would stop, every minute or so, and reach into her pussy with her left hand, then thrust her gooey fingers into my mouth, and feed me on the cunt sauce she knew I craved.

Mom, ass twitching in the air, was groaning loudly, and she kept to her plan. She drew me along. 'Garth I'm going to come and then I want you to.' She started slamming her cunt onto my cock, her ass twisting. I heard her pants. 'Fuck me, Mom. Come in me.' Removing my finger from her ass, I reached down again to her clit, into the swampy juices. I held it between two fingers, pressing them, riding them up the shaft to the head. Then Jill took her two fingers out of my mouth and shoved them into the opened anus. The cunt glove on my cock tightened; then she pressed down with her fingers, through the thin walls, onto my shaft. She frigged Mom's ass with her left hand and her own pussy with her right. I felt a series of jolts as Mom's body slammed into mine, and heard her cry of orgasm as she twisted and writhed under me. Jill, her hand having worked deep into her own twat, was in the throes herself, but I sensed her waiting for me; then I felt her fingers working me inside of Mom's cunt. 'Goddddd,' I cried as my cock exploded, spurted, emptied; before black brightness enveloped me, I saw Jill contorted in her own climax, half of her right hand crammed into her pussy. Almost fainting, I reached and steadied myself on the back of the sofa. Mom's ass devoured Jill's fingers, and her pussy, true to its nature, squeezed and almost sucked at my cock; the pressure made our cum flow out and down her legs, onto the sofa. As she subsided, Jill disappeared up the hall, into the darkness. The next day, right here, we celebrated; Jill invited me to go down on her, and along with Jill's fresh aroma, I could still smell the pungent reminder of Mom's lust.

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