He pulled me in his lap. I fly like a pigeon in my son’s lap.I gave him a hard SLAP. Without blinking my baby returned MORE HARD SLAP on my cheek. I...was hurt both physically and mentally. My cheek reddened with my son’s hard slap. But mother inside me cried thinking such a hard slap on my cheek indeed induced pain in my baby boy’s palm. Ignoring my own pain and shame I took my son’s hand in my hand, kissed it asked-“‘Beta’ Lagi to Nahi”? (Son you get hurt?). Diary, hearing this from his. " I said wantingly. Taking the big black cock once again in my mouth I began to deep throat the massive member. Two other guys stepped forward and I could feel their mouths on my tits, sucking, biting and fondling my engorged nipples. Running my hands down their chests I found their throbbing hardons and began caressing their cocks. Sliding my hands up and down their length then stopping to cup and caress their balls before continuing on with their phallus again. Encouraged by the swelling of. ..your whore....mouth" he saidJust a few minutes before this, he had taken my sissy cherry in the wayI had dreamed of for years, but harder and...just better, seeding myvirgin pussy. I wanted only to please Daddy now, I needed it, and hisdirty, dominant orders, like this one, took me back to a place ofwanton lust...keeping me there and surprising me... so I turned to facehim in the shower, I looked up at his 6 ft + frame, water dripping downhis wide, strong chest, and sunk to my knees, never. But what you don't know is that she was a wild child. Her folks had me pull her and Sam's 17-year-old son out of a Mobile motel seven years ago when she was thirteen. I wanted to string him up, but they were afraid of the publicity. And she had instigated the affair. So I gave him a choice. Castration and a hanging, or plead guilty to an armed robbery we had locally and do ten years in Parchmont. He's still up there doing time. I don't know why Sam picked this time to take revenge, but he did..