Main bola, “tum fikr mat karo main abhi uska disturb khatam kar deta hoon yeh kahe kar mere bazu pade hue mere trouser mein se uska nada (cotton str...ng) nikal kar apni waist par tight baandh dya aor mere Lund ke head ko usmein atka dya, jisse mere latakte hue balls bhi thoda ooper hogaye jisse ab meri gaand ka chhed khula nazer ane laga. Voh bola, “Haan ab bahot nice hai, mager tum kuch to nahin samajh rahe ho, main tumhare Lund ko ooper baandh dene ko bola samajh kar?”Main bola, “Ismein kuch. My Josh, my husband,had been wearing a bra. My bra. That most feminine of garments. Agarment designed solely for females, to support a most feminine part ofthe female body. A piece of lingerie that helps a woman feel pretty andwomanly. And my Josh had been wearing one. MINE. I think the stunningrealisation that Josh had been wearing a bra, this further evidence ofhis feminine feelings, somehow blunted my anger that it had been MYbra. The fact we were talking about a bra at all was sufficient. He decided to end it early and see what else the night would bring. He pulled out and with the force of weeks worth of cum came all over the young gal who was granted her sexual release moments before with a face squinting orgasm. They decided after cleaning up to go out for some dinner. Over dinner he egged her on about his desire to try for her to anally please him. He suggested that they could even visit the adult store and see if they would have any toys to help them through their conquest.. I feel like I’m ready to cum already. Damn. I wanted to …” He didn’t finish the sentence because he was firing jet after jet of cum into my mouth. My son’s cum was delicious. I wanted more. I jacked and squeezed his cock as much as I could to coax out every drop I could get. I pulled his cock out of my mouth and swallowed what was left. Then I dropped down and started licking his balls and sucking first one and then the other one into my mouth. At the same time, I was rubbing his cock.