I don't generally write in "second person", but I wrote this for my husband to describe one particularly hot morning...I hope you can put yourself in ...is shoes and enjoy the story the way I intended it!"A Steamy Shower"The alarm rings at 5:15 a.m. and I smack it without even waking up. It goes off again at 5:23, and I grudgingly roll myself out of bed. You’re up already, the early bird, brushing your teeth at the sink as I stagger, squinting, into the bathroom. Dodging your hand that shoots out. On my tool the experience was so good I could feel the heat inside the pussy my dick was able to feel the nice and warm pussy of my sis the total experience was heavenly I kept my tool there for 1-2 minutes then I start moving in and out slowly did it for few seconds and this time the experience was totally different.After few minutes she said” bro isn’t felling nice we are fucking like a husband and wife” I said” sis you really gave me a big surprise today, yes we are fucking like a husband. We live in an age of romance...Now although I DO indeed love cock, what it looks like or what size it is doesn't bother me. It's what he does with it that matters. And that you can't know unless you meet. The upshot is that, with very little discussion, a meeting was set for that afternoon at 4pm, with me hoping for the best. At 3.30 pm he canceled. Damn. But five minutes later, in comes a message - 'Do you want to suck my thick cock off?' 'Sure. When?''Right now. That's all it'll be. I met Peters' mother, and witnessed one of the strangest encounters, between a Mother and Son, shattering all the taboos and helping to explain Peters reluctance to explore our relationship, in the physical needs I craved.His mother was really beautiful, a model in her younger days, she had kept her figure and looks, that belied her mid-thirties age.The day I went around to their house she had been drinking, just enough to be playful and as she fussed over Peter, I could sense an unnatural.