On the 13th of every month, the witch demanded the potent power of her sons seeds, because through them she could remain beautiful - forever. She refrained from using any dark magic during the ritual. It was important to her that the semen was given away
my wife lowered her pussy onto our son's mouth and looked at me. something about seeing her hips slowly buck against his mouth... and hearing the sounds of his mouth frantically lapped at her little cunt, while she smirked at me.
mommy would wear such low cut shirts to tease us when she was cleaning that sometimes her nipples would slip out. she'd look us in the eye and take her time adjusting herself.
