.. "Mamma, can we get it, please Momma." I don't know," I replied, "I think that dress may be a little "racy" forsomeone your age, and when would you ...ver wear it?" Oh momma," said Ashanti, "It would be so much fun though to havematching dresses and have a mother-daughter experience."I almost laughed out loud... My hyper-masculine, sporty son was choosingwhich dresses he wanted to wear."I think its fine," said James assertively, "That would be a perfectdress for Ashanti to wear to a rap. I set the coffee cup down on the bedside table andclimbed up on the bed. My right hand lightly stroked up and down thethick nine inch long shaft. My mouth was watering as I licked my fullred lips. I moved into position so that my face was only inches awayfrom Tom's big hard cock. My mind had no control of my body as my lipsparted and my head lowered.My right hand gripped the base of Tom's cock as my left hand cupped hisgolf ball sized balls and my mouth swallowed the domed head of his cock.I. Her breasts still mostly covered by the dangling shirt, her clevage fully exposed. My dick sprang to life, growing hard at the scene unfolding before me.“Still nothing to say huh, well maybe this will get some comments out of you”She proceeded to slip her arms out of the sleeves of her shirt, and letting her shirt fall down her back and onto the couch. She now sat in front of me nude to the waist. My eyes drawn to her breasts, that were bared before me. Her brown nipples hard, the areola. I felt her tighten on me as she cried out her first release. “Oh fuck!” she moaned. “Yes, fuck! Fuck me! I’m coming! Don’t stop!” I kept plunging through the resistance of her tightening love canal. “Oh, god! You come!” she ordered. “Fill me. Fuck me!” I felt the stirring begin low in my belly and stretch into a tight burning at the front of my thighs. I gasped, “I’m coming!” and she hollered, “Yes! Yes! Yes!” I collapsed atop her as my ejaculate pumped through my cock and spewed into her.