Each was reasonably muscled and lean like their father. None really thought much about their mother looking them over as she sipped on her third scotc.... They sat down at the kitchen table with her and they chatted a little while. Cindy commented on how lucky she was to have three handsome, well built sons who also could put in a man's day of work and still have the energy to come home and enjoy their evening. Matt, the oldest, noticed his mother was not wearing a bra under her tight-fitting. When I am breathing my last, it will be with the memory of the many woman with whom I have shared that which is at our core as humans: sex, or just plain fucking. This story explores the sex life of Bill, an imaginary character who had the luxury of growing up in a family that did not adhere to the sexual mores of ‘normal’ society. His mother died when Bill was very young, and his father remarried. His stepmother came into the marriage with a child who was several years older than Bill. By the. I teased a lot, making that blow job last as long as I possibly could. Bill finally ended it when he couldn’t take anymore and had to cum before he went crazy. I got choked on his cock, wore a decent amount of cum and came up for air just as another truck was alongside. That made for some interesting chatter for a while on the CB radio! I talked to a few of the guys – one was from the south and also black – loved his white pussy. I had to tell him that, unless my Bill agreed to share me, sorry. You should have seen her face turn bright red. My husband just looks down shaking his head. I explained the whole story, but she still couldn't believe I told him. The tour ends and we go back to the ship. That night at dinner the subject of my tits never came up. But we kept looking at each other and laughing. It was one of the dress up nights. The men in suits, the ladies in elegant dresses. During dessert we discussed what we would be doing later. My husband, as usual, was going to the.