" My son's first spurt of jizz shot out of his cock and landed on my nose and forehead. I kept my eyes closed as I had a feeling my son would adjus... his aim and I was right. .... unleashed the rest of his cum load into my open mouth. My son kept groaning over and over 'oh yes mom, oh yes mom!' as he jerked himself off into my mouth. Spurt after spurt of his thick, hot salty jizz landed in my mouth and I held it there, not wanting to swallow it all until I knew he was done. I opened my. This took place back in the late 1970s when my wife at that time, we're now long divorced, and I were very horny young adults. We both had strong exhibitionist tendencies and, even though we had young k**s at home, we managed to do a lot of playing at night after the k**s were in bed upstairs.We liked to have sex down stairs, both in the living room with its big picture window, (the curtains open – of course), and in the dining room with its big sliding door that opened into our back yard. Alicia fled into sex. Not sex as an expression of love, but sex as a route to distraction; it was a surrender of the mind to the body.Angique hadn't known this when she first met Alicia, but she'd sensed it. She was no psychologist or therapist; the only thing she knew was what the girl craved. Which of course happened to be exactly what she wanted her for.Angique was no altruist; she had her own load of baggage, which had turned her into a predator, always hunting for girls like Alicia. Funny. ‘Please, please,’ I said, ‘the last time we met you made me throw up.’ ‘You deserved it and you know it after what you did to my daughters.’ Rhonda may have been on the way to being alarmed until she noticed the grin and strong handshake between us. ‘What did he do to your daughters?’ asked Rhonda. ‘He condemned them to a life of strife and poverty, he conned them into being school teachers.’ ‘I told them there was no money in teaching, I told them to mooch off you.’ ‘How did you make him throw.