In a booming voice, "What's his name mom?" Derek felt his breathing stop as he waited for the answer.She became defencive, "Bill." Bill who mom?" Why ...oes it matter, I was still..." I've known John a long time and there is one thing that I knew he doesn't like." Mother and son could hear the coldness of his voice.She was again shaking her head, wondering where this was going, fearful that she may guess."Who's cock did you suck mom?" Derek!" Who!"Her voice rose also, "Bill's."He nodded happy at. John rocked my head back a little, then held my head still as he began to push his cock deep into my mouth. We stayed like that for a couple of minutes, John guiding my actions as I learned to let his cock farther and farther into my throat. I was loving every minute of sucking his beautiful dick, and after several minutes of practice I had his entire length in my mouth.John relaxed his grip and let me go my own speed, as I started taking him all the way into my mouth the slowing running my. We might have stood gaping at each other for a few minutes. Later, aunty asked me to go out and said she will be ready in a few minutes.Now, I came to know that women will have a triangular patch in between their thighs with small hairs on it and swollen chest where men keep their organ and handle them, respectively. So, this triangular patch was called Thullu in kannada & pooku in telugu. Next puzzle to me , what will organ or tunne do on the triangular patch of women , what is it that women. I awoke Saturday morning well rested. I was famished, I needed some decent food and something to drink to get rid of the taste in my mouth, a taste that had become all too familiar in recent days. I had obviously swallowed lots of cum the night before. As I put the tea kettle on the stove I began to have flashbacks of the events that took place after Dave had rescued me. I remembered having a few sips from the flask in his glove compartment. It was strong stuff but had kind of a sweet taste. It.