John climbed onto the bed and shuffled up behind my wife as he placed his hand on her cheek and guided his throbbing cock to her hungry pussy and push...d an inch inside,`oh your cock is cold` Jen shrieked as she pushed back to take him whole,his hands grabbing her tiny waist and wasted no time in banging away on her ,Jen`s moans rang out as she loved every thrust,i was frantically tugging away wondering what Jen would say if she knew who`s cock she was taking.Jen shouted out `slap my ass` as. Wen my cock raised ,it made a tent.then my aunt saw it .saw my naked cock.i dont know what to do .her face became reddish seeing my cock.suddenly she asked me to get down and i respected her words and got down.then she asked me y i din wear underwear,since i m like her son and in his son’s age ,she asked me this.then i told since it was hot i din wear it.then she told “idiot coz of it you know what you have done?” i asked her what i did .then d answer which i got form her nearly shock me.she. Her big tits jiggled pendulously as she leaned onto her elbows, wiggling her asscheeks invitingly at her son."Fuck me, sweetheart!" Alison panted, looking at him over her shoulder. "Fuck momma's cunt! See how hot and wet my pussy is? It's 'cause it needs your cock, baby!"Randy slid down to the floor behind his mother, holding his prick in his hand, preparing to plow it into her pussy. Suddenly he shook his head with a regretful sigh."Shit, Paul's staying over tomorrow night." What?" You know.... Know any muckrakers?"She nodded, blinking. "There was a woman, Ida something." Right, Ida Tarbell, magazine writer mainly, she said that with imagination, anything was possible, something like that. That's a neat idea. Imagination. What did she do; whom did she write about? Charlie?" Standard Oil, Rockefeller." The bright boy stayed slumped down in his seat, pretending disinterest. "John I think, John D. Rockefeller." Exactly. So? What happened? What about Rockefeller? Who's he? Go on.