However, it wasn't longbefore I realized what he meant.Soon my mother had many friends. There was always some male friend ofhers sleeping over. I was ...6 when we moved out from town. Mom had gota job elsewhere and we shifted to a new city. Her boss was a guycalled Ross. I liked the new job. We now had more money and lived in areally beautiful apartment. I went to school and even had toys."Hi Paul! Is your mother home?" It was Ross on the phone."Yes she is. But she's taking a bath", I informed. The talking came around to have we tasted our pussy? I had to tell them I had, and they giggled and then it became a dare session to dare each one to taste their pussy. Put in a couple of fingers, get them wet, then suck them clean. I was the first to do it, in fact I did it like three times, it really tasted good and it was turning me on to have them watch.Pretty soon all the girls, three others, tasted themselves. They kind of made faces, but it looked like they really didn't mind. Then the. The son's massive belly wobbled as his car boot ass came loose from his pants. His cock was shaven bare the black rod curling up like a palm tree trunk; ribbed and bowed. He wiped his bell end, fingers under his helmet rim pulling the tip in excited teasing tugs."I always imagined fucking you in a big white bed with the African sunset streaming through palace windows. But that was before." He turned to the table picking up another strange set of attached items. It was like a rubber strapped. Both of us exploring each others bodies. She let out a sexy groan as my hand ran over her pussy, I pulled her into a hug, playing with her asshole as she rubbed my balls slowly. “You are so fucking sexy” I whispered in her ear as I massaged her fuck holes. “Mom and dad would kill us if they saw us now” she noted, killing the mood slightly. “Yeah, probably” I said “but does that matter?” “Fuck no” she scoffed “If they walked in now I wouldn’t care, I’d thank them for being such shit parents” I.