We have this fetish: a thirst for cum. We both love eating it. Over the first two years of our relationship we slowly moved from her giving me blowjob... and swallowing, to her sharing some of my cum with me, to her eventually feeding my own cum to me from a condom. I would beg her for it and she knew the power she had over me when she swung a filled condom over my face. The desire to eat cum seems to leave immediately after I cum, however all Lisa needs to do is call me a dirty cum whore and my. And for me. So is it okay?"Bobby looked into his mother's eyes. He had never been able to read her feelings before, but lately she was an open book. "I like it," he said.Bobby was surprised when his mother pulled her hand out of his shorts. He thought she reconsidered and realized what they were doing was wrong. But that wasn't the case. She got off the couch and leaned over him, gripping the waistbands of his shorts and underwear. Her robe parted and he saw her naked breasts hanging free. When. .. his hips had begun to move in rhythm with her strokes, which had now begun to speed up. My feet had long fallen asleep and my hand had moved from my thigh to my crotch, pushing against the seam of my shorts that seemed, somehow, to be just over my clit, giving myself waves of shivers each time I pressed down. Entranced by the vision of these two tanned and gorgeous people, sweat slightly beading on their skin in the sunlight, I wasn't moving, tingling feet or not! He reached forward to. They were both good at what they did, but it had taken me a long time to adjust to them, and they to the idea of a girl being just as good as them. And neither of them had ever met Zack. I had started dating again, but had had almost no luck. A handful of blind dates, a guy I’d met at out at a bar, but nothing had gone past a first date. It probably didn’t help that when a guy asked me what I did for fun, I told him I hung out with lots of guys, drove a fast car and got dirty in an engine bay..