Then came what he called "a face fuck". These weren'tfacials, which I still kind of fear because of theintensity that Steve brought to it, but they a...estimulated cock pumps that are brought on not by thesucker, but by the sucked. More plainly, he broughtme down under and beneath him, and moved his pelvis upand down into my face, his cock bridging his manhoodinto my mouth. It was during this "face fuck" that Igot my second dosage of his sweet cum. He hadn'tejaculated when I first gave him. Nonetheless he was there. Just as he'd forced himself into our lives, he had forced his way into our home.After two weeks, I gave up. I found a Baymeadows one bedroom condo not too far from the Hunt main corporate office and moved enough supplies to live on a daily basis.I let myself have three Scotch on the rocks every night between 8 p.m. and 11 p.m. Sometimes two, but never more than three. I felt like every time I had that third drink that one more would make things a little better, but I. As she bent down to take off his jeans, her cheek brushed past his penis and she was shocked to feel how hot it was. She stood up and he pulled his jeans off. They pressed together and she could feel him in her stomach. He was naked but she still had on her suspenders and stockings together with her thong. He hooked his thumbs into it and pulled down, he knelt in front of her as he pulled them down and his eyes took in her womanhood. He leaned forward and kissed her there; she grabbed his head. Janet frowned, feeling the weight of her enormous tits jiggling under the gown as she walked slowly towards her son's room.Was Mike up late studying? On a sudden impulse she decided to pay a visit to the object of her desires. Maybe if she saw him with a textbook in his hand she'd remember her true role as his mother and banish her filthy cravings once and for all."Mike." Janet said softly. She was too drunk to realize that her voice was the softest of whispers, too low for her son to hear..