
"Umwmmmfffffff!"
"Like it, right? Man, you dig it, dig gettin' fucked like this more 'n any bitch I ever tapped!" Hank said in a shaking, throaty whisper.
Yes, her mother was loving the restraints, enjoying the pain throbbing up her cramped arms and legs. Sharon could see this, could hear it in her mother's cries. She was whimpering with lust as she strained against the bindings. They had to cut wonderfully into her flesh as she moved her wrists against her ankles. Sharon was both ashamed of her mother and excited as she watched something she never would have guessed could happen.
"Uhhhhhhmmnxffffffff!"
Helplessness! Yes, that's what was turning on her mother. Janice was helpless, and that very feeling was an aphrodisiac to her. Sharon leaned her burning forehead against her fingers again, feeling her head throb and pound while more tingly thrills pricked at her stiffening cunt. Juice seeped from her fuck hole, wetting down her panties more and more. Oh, how her soppy young cuntlips were itching to have a prick touching them, rubbing against them the way Hank's cock was brushing over her mother's pussy!
"Fuck it out, baby!" the man hissed.
"Oh, Mama… oh, yesssss!"
Sharon moved one hand over her mouth, pressing the fingers tightly against her lips. She had to smother her cries of excitement as she watched Janice and her sadist lover perform there in front of her. The girl watched as if she were a witness in some horrible, wonderful dream, watching as Hank tensed his big thighs and began slowly slipping his cock into her mother's fuck slit.
