Stepmom & Stepson Affair 57 (Blackmailing Stepmom - Day 2) - ClapPussy.com

“But you were with us for even longer.” Kelsey whispered. bigtits “We used to live in your balls.” Josie giggled, and lightly grasped my nuts, rolling them in her cool palm. “Hello, brothers and sisters,” she said through fits of mirth, “sorry for eating so many of MILF you!” “It’s their fault for being so delicious.” Kelsey giggled back. “We’re cannibals!” “But the protein, Sister! Think of the protein! Gains for days.” “Then at least their sacrifice was not in vain.” Josie sighed, “They will live in my biceps forever.” “You two are so fucking warped.” I laughed, blinking my tears away. “Pot, meet kettle; kettle, pot.” Josie smirked, “You sir, are every-bit as fucked up as we are.” “Where do you think we got it from?” Kelsey snickered. The record finally died after the closing bars of ‘Mississippi Kid,’ leaving only the crackle of the needle running through the dead grooves before the center. “I guess you really did go full redneck, huh?” Josie chuckled at me. “When in Rome, do as the Romans do.” Kelsey said. “And when in the panhandle, fuck your dad.” Josie finished. “So, Dad?” Kelsey asked, “Are you coming with us?” “Of course I am!” I exclaimed. Kelsey and Josie gave an exhausted display of celebration, but I could tell by the radiance of their expressions that they were more than delighted. They snuggled into me, their fingers interlocked across my belly, and they spoke to me of all the wonderful things we’d do in Washington. Their words slurred by the minute, and soon there were only snores and whistles coming from them, joining the nighttime symphony of the clock ticking away, the record needle running the grooves, the crickets chirping their lonely song, and the free birds calling in the bayou. Epilogue DAVE I cleaned the whisky glass for the third time, and sighed. I didn’t know why I opened the joint so early. Drunks didn’t wake up at nine in the morning on a Sunday, and football wasn’t for another month. But I was a creature of habit, and if I didn’t keep a rigid schedule, it would feel like my handjob life was thrown into chaos. Free time was an enemy of mine. I didn’t know how Ryan fucking did it; being unemployed for months sounded like hell to me. No wonder mom he came in here every day to drink away his severance package. “But not today.” I said to mature my reflection in the glass, and sighed again. “You did a good thing, Dave. Fuck if I miss the company, but you did a good thing.” As if God was mocking me, the door rang, and in walked Ryan Brees. “I told you, you’re money’s no good here until after--” and my voice caught when I saw the two beautiful blondes strolling behind him, wearing fishnet stockings, jeans cut into panties, and tops that would better be described as ‘nipple covers.’ “I just need one for the road, Dave.” He smiled, looking ten years younger, “I got a flight to catch, and I get terrible flight anxiety.” “Rye on the rocks, if you don’t mind.” Said one identical twin on Ryan’s right side. “Bourbon for me, if you please.” Said the one on the left, a mole beside her eye the only thing distinguishing her from her sister. I cleared my throat. “How was work?” Her lips parted slightly just as our mouths met. I’ll try my best to keep you from being punished. Fahima moaned. Not Suzy MILF though. If I were more paranoid, I might even have thought that Megan had a hand in the whole thing, knowing exactly how I’d respond to holding hands after the blowjob, seemingly knowing Nicole and our relationship bigtits well handjob enough to know how she’d respond, mature observing my mom crush on May, and timing everything exactly right so that every other aspect of my life would crumble like a stack of falling dominoes, Nicole would leave me for Phil and I’d fall right into her hands out of desperation… They were brimming with that seed. My eyes started to well up. Love, My orc Queen!