I took the head of his uncut cock in my mouth and noted how paper thin the skin of his foreskin was and how tightly stretched it was over the shaft, a...d how his head was much thicker than the shaft. I thought immediately of what a wonderful fuck this man could give me. I took his cock down my throat and then worked the head with my tongue, and as he stiffened I placed one hand on his left hip and one hand gently held his horse balls. As I worked his shaft and flicked his pee hole with my. . Are you sick? You should be at work." I'm fine, thank you. And I figured that if you got the day off, I should too."Mom playing hooky?"Uh, okay." And what would you like for breakfast? Your usual omelette with everything?" Sure. I'm gonna grab a quick shower." It'll be ready when you are," she said, turning off the talk show and getting up."Okay," I said and retreated to the bathroom.I turned on the water and stepped under it, even before it warmed up. Fact one, Mom was home when she should. . comes . . . a b-big . . . Ooooo!. . . nasty . . . nut . . . Oh, baby, here, Oooo, here the muthafuckaaaaaaaAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW! Nnngg! Nnnnnnnnnuhhhhh! Nnnnnggguuhhh! Mmmmm! Ohhh! Ooooo, you made me come so good, oh,shit, whew, damn!” Grace's asscheeks quivered spastically with a mind of their own as she felt the last throes of orgasm. She could feel her husband's cock swelling in her shitchute and knew he was about to bust his nuts. It felt like it was going to be a big load and she didn't. Her father. He wants a child from her. A son. That's why she fled him.”“What are you saying?” Sven asked, his voice surprisingly gentle. I could see the anger trembling through his body, but he controlled it as he stroked Greta's tear-stained cheeks.“Th-that she has a strong desire to... to sleep with him,” Greta said. “To be bred by him. That's why she fled him. Because she couldn't fight it any longer. She was afraid she would be lost to her desire for him. That she would never escape.