” He chuckled and leaned over, whispering in my ear. “Don’t worry, boy. You’ll love it.” His fingers spread lube on my hole and one and then...a second finger worked their way into me. I relaxed as he fingered me, cooing with pleasure as I felt my ass stretch. He put on a condom a stroked lube onto it and soon I felt his cock-head pressing against my butt-hole. His aggression was gone and he was whispering gently to me, telling me to breathe and relax as he slowly eased into my asshole. It hurt. He's going to fix it now. Jess, why don't you come up with me and we'll show him what's wrong." Sure," Jessica replied, "no need for you to get up mom, dad. We'll be back down in a just a couple of minutes."The three of them headed to the upstairs bathroom. "A plumber who will come to your home on a Friday night," Anne wondered. "That's not easy to find."Meanwhile, in the upstairs bathroom, Jessica was on her knees sucking a black dick. Michael had his cock out and was slowly stroking it. If he thought his mother did not trust him... he was my son! He had been so good to me lately, I could not bear the thought of me damaging our relationship.Over the next several months my son asserted himself as the man of our house. I tried dating once but frankly my date was very nervous around my 6ft 3in, 230 lbs son. John walked in on us kissing once and the look that flashed across his eyes was anger, he seemed hurt by it. All he said was, "Excuse me. I did not know you were making out in. He turned back to his desk and told his secretary to get Collier in Prescott on the line."We may have an in to get hold of Eagle's Nest," Sanders said. "We'll buy the Benson ranch, now that the old man is dead." Mr. Benson told me the same thing the Randals did when I approached him two years ago," Collier replied."I know but he's dead now. His son Edward lives in L.A. and doesn't like the ranch at all," Sanders informed Collier. "Edward and his wife have made it plain that they don't want to.