I could see the light snowfall slowly drifting around in the air from the kitchen window, happily watching each snowflake plummet to the ground, melti...g. A companionable silence had developed on the way back from our drive around. You place yourself next to me and both staring at the drops of rain streaming down the window we're standing before we silently watch. I place my fingers between yours and smile to myself. Making my way into the living room and sitting on the sofa you follow me. Show me what that bitch mouth can do Mr. Valedictorian. Or should I say Miss Valedictorian. I’m gonna turn you into a cock loving girl.”When he was completely naked, I reached for Chris’ cock, and was in shock when the head stuck out with both of my hands on it. He was huge and I was feeling like a girl. I dove right into his cock without a second thought. It tasted incredible. All those years of jacking off to a fantasy of cock sucking, not really knowing what I was fantasizing about. It was. .fucking don't stop! That's it! Fuck yes! Suck my fucking cock!" "Eric...don't think of me as your mom, just as that woman on your screen." My son tried pushing his chair back but I wouldn’t let him, I guess I felt that if he didn't actually see me with his cock in my mouth then it our incestuous action would be ok. I listened to my son moaning as I sucked on his nice hard prick. He kept running his hands through my long black hair. "Yeah that's it mom. Fucking suck my cock. Suck it mom, suck. "Oh god," was all she replied, momentarily testing his recent verbal training of her, triggered by this pet name. "Say it," he insisted. "Oh god," she repeated in a whisper, "I, I want to suck your, prick, Sir." She stared at the object of her desire, rigid and selfish and above all potent. "Say it again, bitch," he repeated, "like you mean it", and received the desired "I want to suck your prick, Sir" in response. He liked hearing her use that word, prick - how it always came out with a slight.