She had large breasts, long muscular legs, a tight cute ass, tanned body, and brilliant, flirtatious blue eyes that could make even a gay man hard. �...But she’s like a mother to me.” I whispered to my reflection. My seven inch cock was hard as about humanly possible, straining against my shorts. “But she’s not.” I replied to myself. I knew then that I was at a crossroads. Before me laid two options; the first, to simply leave and act as if nothing happened; or, I could go back into that room and. Was a bit frightened. Now I’m putting it back up with some changes. This is (likely) a three part series of stories. ***** The year 2016 was an extraordinary year. It was a year of chaos and confusion. Fear and fervour were the emotions of the time. Bombastic and hardline attitudes became the norm of politicians. Common people entrenched themselves within their own worldviews, clashing with those who differed even slightly. To an outsider — and many insiders — it must have looked as if human. She really did try to hide her crying, especially when he knocked and came in the room. Then he lay down behind her all of him pressing against her and her nightgown feeling like there was nothing there. He was asking what was wrong but she couldn't tell him, could she? No, this was her problem not his; her problem! But there he was, this magnificent male animal, in bed with her. Shit, she could even feel him get an erection! All he had to do was lift the gown and plunge into her, she was. After about 4 minutes, he pulled my bra off, and started sucking on my nipples, and took my whole breast in his mouth, devouring it like a hungry lion. I took my shorts off, leaving me in my thong. He licked his way down there and gave my thighs a complete tongue bath. I definitely couldn't take it anymore. So he got rid of my thong and stared at my glistening wet, shaved pussy. I was soaking wet, my juices dripping down. He slowly started licking up and down my slit, avoiding my pleasure.