Incest and the Dead (Closed for JadeKnight)

Jason righted one of the carts as well, making his way through the store carefully. He wasn't certain what he would find, living or dead. He had noticed the shadowy figure who had darted by the window earlier, but he hadn't called attention to it so Becky wouldn't be too spooked.

The section of the store he was in was the hunting section. The place was still stocked, ranging from archery equipment to guns and ammo. He wasn't sure what all would be needed, but the display cases everything was in were locked. However that seemed to be taken care off when he spotted a form hunkered over in the corner near the door to the backroom.

Hanging from the waist of the zombie's pants was a set of keys, mostly from the store. He wanted to make as little noise as possible getting the weapons, and the keys would probably be the best bet. He gripped his crowbar for a mometn before giving a little whistle. The dead owner lifted his head up and growled at Jason before standing up.

The zombie lurched towards Jason slowly, so he decided not to prolong things. Jason quickly closed the distance between them, bringing the crowbar up through the zombie's chin. The flesh parted easily enough and Jason rammed the crowbar up through it's skull. Jason let the crowbar go, the zombie dropping to the floor.

The cases were opened easily enough, so Jason went to work quickly. He knew he would probably alarm their mother if he brought back alot, but he wanted to make sure they were adaqutely armed. He pulled out a couple of crossbows, three dozen bolts, a rifle with scope, a handful of hunting knifes, a couple of 9mm pistols, and five boxes of ammo for each of the firearms.

Heading out of the section, he spied a few boxes of matches and lighters. He grabbed a handful of each when he heard Becky calling for him. He smiled as he pushed the cart out of the area to the front of the store where she was.

"Here."

She screamed for a moment before turning around and hitting him.

"Don't scare me like that. And di you get enough weaponry?"

He laughed and smirked for a moment.

"Not really. Think I should go back for a more?"

She shook her head for a moment before the two of them headed back to the boat. Instead of unloading the carts, Jason thought it would be a good idea just to take them as well. The first drops of rain fell just as they got the second cart on board.

"I'll secure things here sis, why don't you get the boat going?"
 
Becky walked onto the deck of the boat just as something wet hit her arms. She looked to the sky. Another drop hit her face. "Oh no, that damn storm.." she said with disgust. She helped him pull the carts onto the deck and turned to him. "Sure, I'll head inside. Don't take too long." She walked inside and saw her mother.

Abby perked up seeing them come back. "It's raining," she spoke.

"Yeah. That's why we're heading out. Jason's afraid it's the storm," Becky responded flicking the ignition and pushing the throttle up to get the boat going.

"How much did you guys get?" Abby continued looking out the window seeing Jason moving around the deck.

Becky smiled. "Enough to last a good while. A couple carts full of things" She turned to see her brother walk in the door. She took what he had in his hands and began sorting through it on the table and the couch. Abby looked to Jason and noticed blood on his arm.

"Jason!" she exclaimed. She rushed to his side and began wiping at the blood. "Where did this come from? Are you hurt?!" she asked.

Becky stood up from what she was doing and looked at him wide-eyed.
 
Jason hadn't even thought about the splash back from killing the store owner how he did. Seeing the concern on his sister and mother's face, he quickly shook his head.

"No, no, it's not my blood. I had to kill the store owner to get the keys...he was already dead, so you can relax."

He helped Abby wipe his arm off, pouring some water over his arm as well.

"See? Nothing to worry about."

Becky smirked and humphed softly.

"Don't scare me like that."

Jason smiled weakly for a moment before giving His mother a reassuring hug as Becky got them underway. The water was getting rougher, but she managed to get them on the right track on a speedy path.
 
Abby's eyes widened as she heard him explain everything so nonchalantly. It was as if he was used to this. "Don't be so casual! They were on this island as well!?" she asked sitting back at the table. "More of them." She shook her head in disbelief, holding her head in her hands. Tears forming in her eyes.

Becky rolled her eyes. "Mom, chillax!" she said in a harsh tone. "So what? We're alive. We'll survive. Hell, look at the crap we managed to get. We'll make it. We're not your average dumbasses that don't know how to make it."

Abby looked to her daughter. "Don't talk to me like that. I don't care who you might have fucked in high school, I don't care if you're not a virgin anymore. I don't care if you're about to go off to college. Even if you ever go to get married and have kids, I'm still your damned mother and you will treat me with respect, little lady."

Becky threw up her hands. "Why the fuck should I? You don't treat me with respect! Hell, you would rather have me dead than your 'boys'. Your 'boys' are your world. Fuck that you have a daughter. All you ever wanted were your boys." She walked over and got eye to eye with her mother. "Well let me set something straight. I've saved you from one of your 'boys' that would have killed you and yeah -- I lost my virginity. I lost it to my brother! Because there's damn well probably not anyone else in the world to have!"

Abby gasped, her eyes wide as she heard her daughter speak. She looked past Becky to Jason. Her chin quivering. "Jason? Is...is it?"
 
Things were definately not turning out how Jason had expected them to. He knew that fighting between his sister had been going on more and more since he had left for college, but nothing like this. It had caught him off-guard a bit.

He knew that his mother was having a hard time accepting things, but like the world had turned upside down, as they knew it. The only thing he figured he could do was to try to hold things together. And then the bombshell. He figured their mother would find out sometime about him and Becky sleeping together, just didn't expected it to come from Becky herself.

When Abby asked if it was true, Becky looked back at him to see if he would stand up to things as they were. He blinked for a moment, trying to find the right words before just deciding screw it.

"Yes, mom. It's true. It was just after we left the island yesterday."

Becky smiled hearing his answer, looking back to their mother.

"He was there to comfort me, more than you or dad ever did."

Jason sighed for a moment, laying his hand on Becky's shoulder to get her to calm down. She looked back to him before standing up and walking outside to cool off. Jason went to the steering wheel and got the boat under control, glancing at their mother's reflection in the window.

The boat was rocking a little bit as the sea got choppier from the oncoming storm. He pushed the motor faster, trying to outrun the storm as best as he could for the time being.
 
Becky was throwing her hands up and stomping around the deck. The brisk wind catching her hair but she didn't care. She was pissed. Her mother had finally gone and done it -- finally pushed her over the edge. Sure, she regretted telling her...wait. No she wasn't. She was GLAD that they had come clean with their mother. It was only a matter of time and it was honestly best it happen now rather than when they got home. Oh god. What if there wasn't a home to go back to anymore? She stopped in her tracks, her arms across her chest as she looked in the direction they were heading. "What if they're there too?"

Abby's eyes were red as she looked down at the table. She began folding the tarps and sorting the equipment into the various backpacks. She was amazed at how many flares and bullets they had managed to get. It was all she could do right now. The silence deafening as she glanced up at Jason. "How could you?" she asked. "That's your sister. There are certainly other girls elsewhere, you know that. I sure as hell know that. You just couldn't wait to bang something huh?" she asked, her words cutting deep. When there wasn't anything said, she sat one backpack to the side - picking up the spare to begin filling it as well.
 
Jason opened his mouth for a moment to answer his mother, but nothing came out. He really couldn't think of anything to say in order to justify what they had done. He just shook his head for a moment and concentrated on the driving of the boat. The thought of having to face the same horror as the two islands had Becky sorting and getting their supplies together as best she could to divide things up between the three of them.

They were only an hour from the states when Jason decided to try to see what news he could get on the radio. He also wanted a break from the heavy silence of the cabin. After turning on the radio, it took him a few moments to find a station that wasn't static.

This is Mark Rosco coming at you live from sunny downtown Miami on WKOZ 98.5. Well, the sun may be shining, but the streets are in chaos folks. It's been a couple of days since the first report of riots in downtown, but I have reports saying that things will soon be under control. The police have asked that everyone try and find a safe place inside and try and keep your doors and windows locked.

Multiple fires can be seen from here at the studio, but I'm sure they will be under control soon. One moment folks....thank you Chris. I've just been handed a report that the studio is being put on lockdown for our own safety, but that doesn't mean I'll be going away anytime soon. I'll do my very best to keep my good listeners up to date.


Jason sighed for a moment as the DJ was replaced by the sounds of the Beatles playing "Strawberry Fields". He wasn't sure, but if rioting was the worse they had to deal with, getting home might be a pain, but not the end of the world.

As they came within sight of the shores of Miami, it was just a little worse than the radio had said. Heavy smoke was rising into the air from multiple buildings as fires raged in them. The beaches themselves were mostly empty, save for a handful of people running for shelter. Jason grabbed a pair of binoculars to see what the group was running from. It turned out to be a couple of the two headed zombies they had first seen on the island.

"You guys better get up here!"

Becky had fallen asleep in the deck chair after sorting the supplies as best she could. Hearing her brother, she jumped up quickly. Her first thought at seeing the beach was of glee, happy to be home. However her mood quickly went to horror as she took in everything, rushing up to the front of the boat.

As the boat trudged through the waters of Miami, it seemed that every boat from the Coast Guard was out, trying to direct the boat traffic as best they could. Jason headed for the best place he knew to moor up, Star Island near the outskirts of the city. Star Island was a small island with the upper echolen families.

As he began to navigate the waterways, they passed several smaller boats on fire already. A few gunshots could be heard, but nothing could be seen at this point.
 
"Fire! There's fire in the radio station and we've been blocked in! Oh god help us!" came the radio announcer over the airwaves. There was an explosion on shore as Becky ducked down instinctively before looking back. A radio broadcast dish flying to the sky as more zombies crowded the streets. People running for their lives as they were being chased and tackles by not only the undead, but by humans as well.

Abby walked to the front of the boat and stood next to her daughter. She looked through the binoculars, her expression dropping as she watched the madness unfold before her eyes. "It can't be.. This can't be happening.. Not here!!" she cried out as Becky grabbed hold of her to keep her from falling to the deck of the boat.

Becky looked back to her brother. "Get us to the shore. We have to get out of the city.." she said as she boat hit against something and began to sputter to a stop. It was out of gas. Becky ran inside, grabbing a backpack for each of them. Most of the stuff would have to be left behind because honestly -- they couldn't carry it all.

Abby took a backpack and looked to her children. "Please. No matter what. Don't lose each other," she said, tears falling down her cheeks as she darted off the boat with them.
 
Jason didn't want to leave the boat, but the lack of gas made that choice for them. Or rather the motor burning out from the heavy push to get them home did it in. The back packs had been packed so that everything was split up between the three of them evenly. Jason grabbed the one with the tent, some ammo, and some of the food. He strapped one of the hunting knifes on his belt, along with a holster with one of the 9mm. He also carried the hunting rifle.

Becky grabbed the shotgun, a hunting knife and a pistol with holster as well. Her backpack contined some of the food, ammo, a couple of tarps with stakes, and some fuel. That left their mother with the crossbow, her pick of knifes, and leftover supplies to take.

Jason managed to dock them at a home dock at the edge of the island. A single two lane bridge connected the island to downtown Miami, only a mile long. The path they had to take was just under two miles to the bridge, so Jason took the lead.

They had traversed several streets and yards, taking their time to hide when noises were heard near them. They were soon within sight of the bridge, only a streetful of parked cars blocked them. Jason put a finger to his lips for them to be quiet before leading them on.

They were about halfway to the bridge when Becky almost screamed as she was grabbed from behind. A hand clamped over her mouth as a female voice spoke in her ear, the feel of cold steel against her neck.

"We just want the supplies."

It took a couple of moment as the knife cut the straps of the backpack before the wieght was gone. Becky turned quickly in time to see a pair of females darting down the street. She was happy she was at least left with her weapons. She quickly ran to catch up with Jason and her mother.

"Let's go. I just got rob-"

She was cut off by a pair of high screams just down the street and then snarling. It was only a moment later that bobbing heads of some walkers came into view further down the street.
 
Abby kept close to Jason. The causeway they needed to get to was close. It wouldn't take too long. Abby turned around to see where Becky was - her expression turning to one of concern as she looked around. "Becky?" she thought to herself, only to see her daughter running up. The zombies were coming, walking slow but they were coming.

"Damn it, those bitches. They steal my shit only to get taken anyway..." Becky cursed as she ran past her mother to catch up to Jason.

There was a loud roar coming up the path they had just come from as well. A large zombie, something you would think to see in the movies, barreling towards them. It slung its arms at the walkers in front of it, body parts flying and blood spewing everywhere.

"Oh fuck, Jase!" Abby cried out as she began to run faster with her daughter, they were close to the causeway. They jumped over cars, dashing over the hoods. The roar from the zombie getting closer.
 
Jason cursed under his breathe at seeing the large zombie in the distance. Leading them to the end of the causeway, it took a bit of running before Jason ducked down with the ladies in the middle of some crashed cars. He decided he needed to slow the zombie down, not really sure if he could kill it.

"Head for that hotel. Let me try to slow him down."

He took a moment to point out a fifteen story Hilton just a couple of blocks down the street from them. Becky kissed her brother's cheek before grabbing their mother's hand.

"Let's go mom."

The enternce to the hotel consisted of an outer turnstile door into a small enclosed area. A set of double doors seperated the little entryway from the main lobby. The handicap door was locked, but the turnstile and double doors were unlocked.

Meanwhile Jason lifted the rifle, aiming for the creature's right knee. There was a sharp crack with the first pull of the trigger. His first shot hit high, lodging in the zombie's thigh. It was the third shot that had hit on target, shattering the zombie's knee. It gave a loud roar as it fell down to the ground. Unable to support itself, the zombie began to crawl.

Satisfied, Jason ran to the hotel where he managed to lock the doors with the manual locks before he was greeted by Becky with a tight hug.

"Find someplace to hide for a few minutes just in case the zombies come trying the doors."
 
Abby ran in through the front doors, her daughter close behind as they turned around and waited for Jason. She looked to the zombies out in the street. They were increasing in numbers. It didn't make any sense. Why would they be here as well? She knew one thing - if he didn't hurry up, her son would be surrounded.

They were both finally able to breathe when they saw Jason running towards them, gun in hand. The huge zombie had been dropped, but was crawling towards the building.

He burst in the door and Becky obliged with locking the doors. She turned around looking to him. "Hide? What if people come for the doors?" she asked her brother.

"Don't worry about people! They're just as bad. We need to worry about ourselves!" Abby exclaimed looking to her children as she rushed over to the staircase. "Come on.. we've got to get out of view."

Becky shrugged but followed. They went upstairs, trying to get into the doors, but most of them weren't accessible. The lights were out in this hotel, so that wouldn't do them any good come dark. Plus the elevators were out. They climbed to the top floor, a tedious task. Abby sighed, catching her breath. She walked to the end of the hall, a door was open. "I guess this is fine.." she said looking to the both of them, she pulled out the machete, pushing the door open.

Blood marks on the floor but no one was around.
 
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Following the blood marks from the little foyer, they soon found a dead body in the small courtyard. The body was that of a woman, shot execution-style twice in the back of her head. Jason frowned for a moment.

"Be careful, she looks to only be dead a day or so."

He waved away a few flies that were buzzing, looking around. Being on top of the building and plenty of windows in the penthouse, there wasn't any reason for lights. There were no signs of movement that he could see, but that didn't mean they could relax. Becky went to check out the living room and kitchen area.

There were a few signs of a struggle in the living room, but no blood. Pillows were tossed off the couch and all the curtains were ripped down. The kitchen was untouched and it looked like there was food for a week for three people.

Jason found a young boy in the pool area, fully clothed. He was floating face down, no visible signs of movement. He tapped the body with his machete, but there was no movement. An older man was found on the patio outside the bedroom, a handgun in his right hand and a hole in his temple. He was slumped back against the fence, staring blankly at the sky.

"Some people just couldn't take it."

Jason sighed as he stayed crouched in front of the body, looking back over his shoulder to his mother.
 
Abby followed her son out onto the deck. She gasped at the young boy in the pool - he couldn't have been more than 7 years old. And then she turned her attention to Jason as he looked over his shoulder to her. "We'll just have to take it though. We're going to have to.." She turned around and walked to the entrance of the courtyard, reaching down to drag the woman's corpse by the legs, dragging the body across the wooden deck.

"Mom?" Becky questioned, scratching her head. "What are you doing?"

Abby used every bit of her strength that she could to pull the woman's corpse to the railing. "What if those things are attracted to death? We don't want them coming for these poor people, which could make them come for us.." Becky walked to her mom's side and helped lift the stiffened corpse up and over the railing, only to have the body fall 15 floors to the ground below.

Becky sighed. "Yeah, we don't know a lot about them.." She walked to the edge of the pool, leaving her weapons on the side. She pulled off her shorts and top, only leaving her panties and bra on - her wondrous cleavage and bubble butt on display. She jumped in the water going over to grab the young boy's body, pulling him to the side for the same thing they did with the woman's corpse.

She jumped out of the pool, her body glistening in the slight sun that was shining. She looked to Jason. Abby noticed the look on her daughter's face and couldn't help but wonder if it was right that her children had fucked. She was needing some attention too - but.. you know -- apocalypse..

Abby walked around the pool and opened a door leading into a large bedroom. "Well, I guess we can all sleep in here.. I'm gonna get changed. I'm sure there's something I can wear in here.." She closed the door behind her, looking back to Jason herself.
 
Jason stood for a moment longer, smiling as he heard his mother's words. It gave him some hope that she hadn't sunk deep enough into her depression to contemplating sucide yet. He turned as her voice did move away from him to watch her dragging the dead woman away towards the railing. He watched the two ladies in his life lift the body over and drop it out of sight.

He shrugged off his backpack as he watched his sister take care of the boy. His eyes wandered over his sister's glistening body for a few moments as she dropped the boy over as well. He looked back towards his mother as she decided to go inside to change. He gave a smile to her for a moment.

"I'll finish cleaning up out here."

He spoke loud enough to be heard through the glass. Taking one last look at his sister and smiling, she smiled back.

"I'll get dressed too."

She grabbed her clothes before heading into the bathroom to dry off and get dressed. Becky found that the cold water still worked, but there was no hot water. Jason picked up the dead man and pushed him out over the railing. The dead body hit a car that was parked in the alley behind the motel. The impact on the car hood was enough to set off the car alarm.

Several zombies poured in, attracted by the horn. It wasn't loud enough to be more that a nuisance, but luckily the zombies didn't look up.

"Damn....that sucked. Hopefully it will stop soon."

He grabbed the backpack and carried them to the living room. He grabbed some of the downed curtains and used them like rags to clean the blood up before tossing them down into the alley. Once that was done, he relaxed on a lounge chair outside the living room.
 
Becky was in the shower as Abby walked by the door. She noticed her son sitting on the lounge chair next to the living room. She had gotten dressed in a skimpy tank top and shorts. It was all that was left. Not something that she'd wear but -- you do with what you can in the fucking apocalypse. She opened the door quietly, the hinges squeaking quietly. She looked back to Jason to see if he had noticed her coming outside.

What was she doing? "This isn't right, Abbs.." she thought to herself. She looked to her strapping son resting and pushed on. She wanted to see what was so good and what her own daughter saw in him. She walked around behind him, placing her hands on his shoulders, feeling him jump a bit.

"It's alright..it's just me.." she sat down next to him on the lounge chair, her cleavage on display - her nipples pressing against the fabric because of the cool air. "So.. This is so strange, huh?" She sat there with her hands on her knees as she looked up to the sky that was above them. She then glanced back at Jason.

"Jason.. I know this is probably strange.." "very strange" she thought to herself. "But would you keep me company, like you kept your sister company?" Abby brought her hands up to her breasts, rubbing them gently.
 
He had been figuring out what they would need to stay safe, if only for a couple of days. The only thing he had thought of by the time his mother had touched him was to secure the stairwell door they had come through. He nearly jumped out of the lounge chair until he heard his mother's voice.

He looked up at her, his eyes watching her as she sat down next to him on the other lounger. He had never seen his mother dress so skimpily, but he foundt himself liking it. He smiled a little, seeing her nipples pressing against the fabric of her top.

"Well, the world has turned strange..."

He had almost tried to push the thoughts he was having about his mother aside when she asked for comfort. It took him a moment to process what she was saying and watching her knead her own bread to realize what she was saying. Having his sister was good, so why not his mother as well?

"I would love to, Abby."

He smiled, reaching out and running one hand gently over his mother's right leg. He could just barely feel a bit of stubble on her leg from not having the chance to shave. As he squeezed her upper thigh with his left hand, he patted his lap with his other.

"Come and sit on my lap, I'll try not to bite, too hard."
 
Abby smiled seeing her son be so open about wanting to do her. Then again, she was considering doing her own son. It would be something that she would never think of on a normal day - but then again, this wasn't a normal day. This was the apocalypse. As she moved to his lap, she thought, "and anything could happen..." She wrapped her arms around his neck, feeling the gentle stubble of his face. It wasn't much, but it was enough to show that he was indeed a man - not her little boy anymore.

And what was growing beneath her, he certainly wasn't her little boy anymore. She adjusted on his lap as she felt his hands on her. "So... what..." she gulped for a moment trying to think of what to do next, "...what do we do?" she looked to him as she felt herself getting wet from just thinking about having his thick rod within her.

Becky stepped out of the shower and was drying off. She didn't see her mother in the room and looked around for her only to see her family in such a position on the deck. She smirked a bit. "So...she's finally come around..." she said sitting back on the bed to catch the show while she sat there nude in the darkened room.
 
He smiled as she climbed onto his lap, happy that his mother took the invitation. His hands moved around her waist, resting on her gently. He leaned closer to her, his breathe on her neck as he whispered softly.

"Whatever we want, sweet mother."

He kissed her neck softly, moving up to her earlobe. He took her earlobe between his teeth, nibbling softly on her flesh for a few moments. His right hand slid over her ass, squeezing and kneading gently on it. His other hand slid beneath her top, groping lightly over her right breast. His fingers found her erect nipple, tugging softly on it.

The pants he wore were becoming unfortable, causing him to shift on the chair. He also ended pressing up into his mother's crotch, rubbing against her.
 
Abby could tell that her son was getting uncomfortable in the pants he was wearing. She looked down between them, his cock hardened and pressing against the fabric of the pants. She looked into his eyes, the sweet blue eyes that reminded her of her husband. But she pushed those thoughts out of her head. All that she needed to be worrying about right now is this. This moment with Jason. She pressed her lips against his, making the first sudden move. Her tongue sought out his as she moved her hand to his crotch, working at his pants.

Her hot breath quickening as she finally released his thick dick. It was longer than she had imagined, something that she would have never thought her own son to have. "Oh god," she moaned pulling back. She looked to him once more as she placed her hand on his shaft, stroking it slowly. "Does this feel good?" she asked, her fingers slowly tightening around the girth.

Becky was watching from the bedroom, they still hadn't noticed her yet. Her hand on her pussy mound, teasing herself. "That's it mom, work it.." she said as she began to use her other hand to massage her breast.
 
Jason mmed into the kiss for a moment, his tongue meeting his mother's. When she released his cock, he moaned deeply before he felt her fingers wrap around it as she began to stroke him. First his sister, now his mother.

"Very good, Abby."

He looked down for a moment to watch her move her hand along her shaft before looking back up at her. His hand continued to knead and massage her right breast, his other hand moving to her other breast.

"You have such a wonderful touch."

He grinned softly for a moment.

"I bet you want to feel me within you mother."

This time he captured her mouth with his, kissing her passionately.
 
Her moans were quickening and so was her pace with stroking his thick rod. It pulsed in her grip as she teased the tip with her thumb before stroking down once more.

"I bet you want to feel me within you mother."

Abby was about to reply when her voice was halted by her son pressing his lips against her own. Her tongue being sought out by not only her son, but this young man that wants to fuck her. She pulled back for a moment. "Yes, of course.. I want you inside me.." she spoke, her voice trembling as she laid back on the lounger for him to have his way with her.
 
Jason frowned a little when she pulled away, but it also gave him an idea. Though Becky had been quick, he decided to make his mother really want him, to beg for him. He watched her lean back before starting to lean forward himself. However he didn't move as if to just take her right there.

He reached to her skimpy shorts, undoing them before helping her take them off. His hands moved gently up and down her inner thighs before he leaned closer, kissing up and down her inner thighs before running his tongue along the crotch of her wet panties.
 
Becky watched as Jason moved around and got between their mother's legs. She couldn't help but raise her head up and hope for a better peek. That's when she saw him, his tongue going up Abby's leg. "Oh boy, yes..." she hissed through her teeth as she sat up against the head of the bed, rubbing her own pussy faster.

Abby, on the other hand, was being aroused by her own son. His tongue going along her skin, making her moan out as she kept rubbing her tits. His warm breath causing her to flinch as he got closer to her cloth pantie covered pussy each time. It felt so good and so invigorating, and they hadn't even gotten to the fucking yet.

She looked down to him, their eyes meeting. "Jason, please.. Touch me there.." she begged, spreading her legs more as if to beckon him to touching her.
 
Jason smiled for a moment and licked his lips.

"Touch you? Where, here?"

He took a moment to inhale her scent, enjoying it. His fingers continued to stroke along her inner thighs to tease her. He pressed his nose against her panty covered pussy, moving up and down her slit.

After a few moments, he finally pushed the crotch of her panties aside. His tongue snaked out, lapping up some of her dripping juices.
 
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