Hi Son. How was school?Boooring, as usual. I couldn’t wait to get home and see what you are going to come up with today?Come up with?Come on, Mom. Y...u know damned well that Dad and I were spanking the old monkey while you were eating out Becky last night.Oh, really?You know we were. You like it when you get us all going at the same time, don’t you?Maybe.No maybe about it, Mom. It gets you off the same way those guys got you off in the video.Do you still watch it?Of course. The sight of you. Word spread before me, as I asked directions. Many times I was offered a guide, but I took only their kindness. To hear neighbors tell it, days later, I sought to commune with my fellow miracle mother. I had told them only that I would check on the pigs I had gifted a year earlier.The kind of pigs I encountered near my destination did not hear me approach. The trees here grew well apart, allowing brambles and underbrush to carpet the woods. Paths were maintained by monthly pruning. New ones. I imagined how they must have yearned to tell their loved ones what they had done in service to their country. Instead, they were destined to return home to walk down the streets like any other man. They might have found a job working next to men who had stayed stateside, working in a shop or factory during the war. No one would ever suspect the incredible things they had done.But these were men of honor. They had taken an oath of silence and they would remain true to their word. Untold acts of. "And what color panties are we wearing tonight?" he asked, moving his hand up my thigh. "Uh... they're red," I mumbled. Then without thinking added, "Lace bikinis." He pulled his stool closer and rested his hand directly on my cock, then whispered in my ear, "A guy in panties makes my nine inches rock hard, and I'm getting there right now." I reached down and brushed my hand across the big bulge in his jeans, looking around to be sure nobody was watching. "Yes, I can see that. I bet Trish has.