Whether it was traumatic or just something interesting I remember I was 7 years old and I even remember the toy I was playing with.I remember turning ...ack to play with my toy but also not really thinking about the toy. This is where it getswierd because even though I know now he was mostly responsible for what was going to happen I remember wanting to see his cock like that again. I remember trying to look back a few more times without him knowing,(you know the way a child will do that. ’I placed my hands on Mom’s tiny waist and did as she ordered. She pulled my head closer to hers. I was nervous, sweating and awkward. We looked intently into each other’s eyes as her lips touched mine. I felt the sweet taste of her lipstick, smelt the aroma of her perfume, and sensed the heat of her flesh. Still gazing into her eyes, I became aware of Mom’s mouth slowly parting. Then the moistness of a tongue, my Mom’s tongue, touched my lips. Slowly, it searched for an opening in my. Her hair was thick and fluffy and braided over her shoulder.Max had a tight green sweater and a black skirt. Her outfit was much more weather-appropriate, with black leggings under the skirt. Her hair framed her glowing face and smile, and it was difficult to look away. She had four expensive-looking bracelets all on her left wrist. Gold, silver, gemstones, and pearls.Sam had opted for lurid red. Her dress was thinner, more figure-hugging, and lower cut than the others. She had a fluffy coat. Her pants fell around her ankles and the enormous life like cock sprang forward. She looked at me saying, “C’mon baby suck my cock.” I proceeded to lolly- pop the head and lick it down one side then the other. I tea bagged the fake rubber balls looking up at her. She ran her hands through my hair getting a good grip with her other hand she dick slapped me lightly across the face then pushed the cock into my mouth and began short thrusting motions face fucking me. My cheeks were bulging out.