John was an only child, hismother, not wanting to have more than one child to lavish her love andattention on, had forbidden his father to touch her a...ain after his birth. Thatlove and attention though, had a price, and it was he as well as his father whopaid it. Mrs Downley, who John still called Mummy, bought him everything shethough he should have, and she pampered him. Until he left home he had neverhad a bath or shower without her being present in the room, had never gone tobed without a. The head mushed into hot, slick flesh and my cock dribbled like an excited puppy.She kept the head of my cock right there, pulling, and the knowledge that she wanted me ... like that ... right now ... paralyzed me. I felt like I was going to explode.Then my cock gasped "Follow me, men!" like he was some great General, and pulled my hips down.I slid into hot, clasping softness that felt like a velvet glove had gripped me. The sound that came from her throat made me feel like I had all the power. Anyway, they had cuddled together as children. Why should it be different, now that they were a little older?Even as Linda examined those thoughts, she admitted that it was different. And the difference was swirling in her belly like a giant whirlpool, drowning her wild and her faint apprehension beneath wave after wave of ever-mounting desire.She felt her legs being lifted, and she shifted her weight onto her torso as Ted fitted her delicately curved calves over his broad shoulders, sliding. Before breakfast, I gave him his morning blowjob. Quick fast and swallowing all of his cum, not like the slow sensual sucks and fucks that I have been trained to do in the evenings. I'm also required to help him in his morning toilet duties, willingly accepting his golden nectar and licking off any drops. I did not used to do it willingly, but after a few spankings and cock and ball torture, I quickly gave in. Then watching him perform his daily constitutional, I grab the toilet paper and clean.