‘You want to disgrace your mother, don’t you?’ he asked Lorenzo.
‘She disgraces herself!’ Lorenzo sneered as Gerald commanded the tart to undress.
She did, while her son unzipped his jeans and exposed his 13-inched penis.
‘Let me touch your cock, sir,’ she begged.
‘Touch my cock – huh?’ Lorenzo derided her.
‘Please, sir!’
‘Only if you admit you’re a filthy, fucking whore!’ Lorenzo snarled.
‘Yes, I am, sir!’ she complied before he kicked her feet apart, crouched and shoved his tool into her vag.
‘You gave birth to shit just like you!’ Carl next declared as he dropped his jeans and inserted his 10-inched pecker in her bowels.
‘Uuuh, uuuh, uuuh!’ she panted while Gerald stroked his 12-inched phallus and watched.
‘Penelope’s a viciously immoral sex-fiend!’ he remarked.
‘Yeah, you are!’ Carl snorted.
‘Aaah!’ she gasped.
Prior to his death, however, Nate, her deceased husband, had encouraged her to ‘commit incestuous adultery’, but had died before she could fulfill his wishes.
Nonetheless, he’d hoped that’d humiliate her, and now excited shame had her cumming.
Soon, Lorenzo emptied his balls in her snatch and Carl her dung-pussy, followed by Gerald lowering his trousers, pushing her to knees and jerking-off into her mouth.
‘I’m sorry that I didn’t let you play my flute!’ he chuckled, with him, Carl and Lorenzo then accepting her as their shared concubine,
It also pleased her that Gerald pretended she was his wife, and thus she was able to at least fantasize about committing incestuous adultery – while needless to mention, she still entertained guys the motel, the filthy, fucking whore!
The End