While entering the house I yelled "I am home early." No response. Maybe she is out in the backyard. After getting out of my shoes, yes we don't were s...oes in our home, I took the groceries over to the the kitchen. To get there, I had to pass through the living room. And there she was, my wife. Sucking big hard cock. No, not a stranger. It was my son. My wife gave our son a blow job, on the sofa, in the living room of our family home. I was paralyzed. Not able to move. My eyes widened. My jaw. " Despite herintended insult, my cheeks flushed with pleasure when Aunty June toldme I looked like a girl. She continued, "I think we should take him tothe barber tomorrow." No!" I squealed, my high-pitched voice rising another octave in fear."I don't want to get my hair cut. Mum! You can't let her do that tome!"I begged my mother and Aunt June not to make me cut my hair, protestingthat long hair was the current style amongst my city peers and myself,all budding fans of hard-rock music. I. He was interested in people. He wanted to know all their joys and all their woes. An admirable trait, all things considered. But a trait I, personally, didn’t find worth admiring.He was also too trusting and far too naïve for my tastes. An Achilles’ heel in this new order, if there ever was one. His trusting nature extended to everyone, with no regard for the nature of the person in question. He wasn’t plain stupid though, as evidenced by the fact that he hadn’t yet divulged his real name. Decisions, decisions... Hmmmm, I could lick her pussy juices off his cock for starters. And that I did, getting on my knees in front of him I grabbed his cock and flicked the tip with my tongue. Jen had gotten down too placing a hand on my back rubbing it and my ass saying, "Take his cock in, suck all my juices off it." I couldn't resist, I took all 8 inches in tasting another pussy for the first time. Jen got behind me getting on her back and wiggled her way under my ass. I was sucking this.