I hurried off to the bath room to take a shower because I still felt so sick with myself. I should have knocked, and looking back on it now I think I ...idn’t because I secretly wanted, and even hoped to see what I saw. Standing there in the shower wildly stroking his thick hard cock through the slick suds of a soapy hand was my son. I stood there for a moment drinking in the vision of his hand gliding up and down the steely manly shaft of his dick, then looked away as he broke into panic as he. She said, “You probably shouldn’t touch my hair or everyone will notice.”“Okay. I’ll try not to,” I said, knowing how difficult that would be.Then Michelle put my cock in her mouth and started sucking. She was moaning and bobbing her head on it like a pro. All I could do was to put my hands on her shoulders and try to thrust as deep as she’d let me.It took her less than two minutes to get me off. She gulped down every drop of cum, sucked out the last drops, then stood up.“Wow! You were fast!”. Samantha had been a friend for two or three years. Not my very best or closest mate, nor an old school or family friend. We had friends and colleagues in common and had met a few times in groups and we generally hit it off. The truth, and I can say this to myself but not really aloud to anyone else, was that we tended to be the two most attractive in the group, the two getting the most attention, both welcome and unwelcome. This gave us a sort of kinship. We could relate, and being really. He convinced that it will be only little pain at first and later only pleasure.He kept his cock at the entrance of my pussy and made a push.I felt really very pain and begged him to remove.He did not listen and started making strokes.I was literally crying ,but he was not listening.It pained for nearly 5 minutes.After that I started really enjoying.He made huge strokes and I was moaning like fuck more plssss sssss ummmm ahhhhh fuck me hard.I released a huge orgasm.White and red liquids came.