.." mom purrs into my ear, repeating the phrase like a secret mantra as our bodies glisten with pearls of sweat under the shine of the strange moon."O..., fill your mother with your warmth like you once did..." mom whispers, her eyes glimmering with longing in the moonlight. I go so deep that I feel my balls touching mom and tightening, and there I now stay, because I feel that now is the time all my secret fears and forbidden desires will come true."Ah yess!" I moan as I feel my balls. ‘She’ll be busy all night,’ grinned Ron. ‘As will we, just say if you feel uncomfortable.’‘I need you,’ I whispered as I sat on the bed. I meant it. I felt so horny I needed the release. I needed to be fucked and I needed Ron. I loved the older man; I always had done.He climbed on top of me and started to kiss me again, our tongues meeting each other and only stopping as pulled away to kiss my cheek, nibble my ears and neck. Holy fuck. He pulled his shirt off and, quick as a flash, had stripped. Then the irrepressible guilty memories of her body's unaccountable reaction in the porno shop and later when Erik had kissed her returned to haunt her."Damn!" she muttered at last, tossing off the feather-filled quilt and making her way into the kitchen. "If I can't sleep now, I'll be useless at my interviews tomorrow." Perhaps a drink would help... there was that bottle of whiskey that Erik had given her. Although the young redhead rarely drank alcohol, she felt that she needed something to. She looked into my eyes and snarled FUCK ME! Oh shit! I opened the door, and slid out. She tried to follow me, but I gently pried her off and pushed her back into the seat. I walked around to the front of the car, and examined my bumper. It was fine, I then turned and faced the car with my reticent Johnson still hanging out the front of my open pants. I slowly took hold of it, pulled the foreskin back and began to urinate. My stream came forth in a torrent, a golden flood that spewed forth like.