"Take your boxers off," she said, "I wanna see that aching cock."He complied and pulled his boxers off so that he was naked. His painfully hard, seven...inch cock pointed up at the ceiling."Oh Mom, I love your tits," I said."Yeah?" she asked."Uh-huh," I groaned."Hon, would you mind fingering me a little while your son fucks my tits?"My dad grumbled but leaned over. He spread the lips of her pussy and slowly slid one finger in and out."Oh yeah, that feels good baby. You like how my tits feel. When my tongue was playing with her pussy lips, she widens legs and kept on shoulders, and she started pressing my head with her thighs. It was a great feeling.I paused and asked her, “shall we”. She said, yes. I asked her teasingly, what? She said that. I again asked, what is that? She stood and pulled me onto her. Hugged tightly, widen her legs and crossed her legs on my waist. She asked me; don’t you know now what to do? I said, no. She pulled my waist with her legs down and my penis. She'd made it abundantly clear weeks before that she was on birth control and there would be no "restrictions" on anything he wanted to do. He could have her anyway he wanted for as long as he wanted.And now (finally!) she was being penetrated... She felt his throbbing hard cock pushing into her, a little deeper with each thrust until she was fully impaled on that magnificent member. She locked her ankles behind his taught, muscular ass, wrapped her whole body around his, and held onto him. Across the alley I see him standing there, dressed in a pair of ass stomping military style boots, black jeans and a shirt baring the image of some popular Japanese cartoon. He has red hair, not natural Irish red, but dyed fire engine red hair that might have looked ridiculous on a normal man. Nothing looks stupid on a man of six and half feet who weighs nearly three hundred pounds. Particularly not when he’s glaring at you, he could have dyed his hair pink and worn a pink polka dot sundress.