Free to swing loose. Looking in the mirror I frowned at the small paunch I was starting to develop. I told myself I need to start jogging again to kee... in shape. At 44, it seemed mother nature was trying to win the battle and get me out of shape. I made a mental note to begin a new battle plan to take victory away from her. As I looked further downward I viewed my lil' friend. Soft my penis hung, small and shriveled aginst my nutsack. I always envied those guys that had a hose hanging down.. Ah, but you don'twant to hear me prattle on about my craft. Suffice it to say that Itook away a few of the rougher edges of your personality. What thatmeans for you, we can't be certain. Time will tell, perhaps."Arista sat down next to Tristan, and put her arms around him. He wasstunned, but unsurprised. He had, after all, seen the changes himself.He knew that the rape should have hurt quite a bit more, and, towardsthe end, he had felt the beginnings of physical pleasure. It had. I had a fantastic view as I looked up at that magnificent arse with that hugely hairy cunt straining open just above my face. I strained my tongue upwards until the tip just brushed the pubic hair around her outer cunt lips and when she felt it, she lowered her body down just a tantalising fraction so that my tongue could brush her labia properly. The smell of her cunt and strained open bottom was overpowering, not in an unclean sense, because she'd just had a shower, but in one of sexual. You better finish what you started.Don't be shocked. I'm not the only son screwing his sexy mom these days. Where the hell do you think they got the term "mother-fucker" from, anyway? Almost a year has passed since that delightful afternoon when I discovered that a middle-aged woman has the experience and the desire to show a young man around the bed in ways that a younger girl could never dream of. The fact that the middle-aged woman in question was my own mother certainly didn't bother me if.