He was kissing me when I felt his big cock start to slide between my lips. It was oily but still a tight fit. He pushed forward impaling me. I sigh...d and arched my back at the feeling.As he started to stroke I whispered in his ear that it was risky this weekend and not to cum in my pussy, I might get pregnant. He nodded and continued to stroke. We had gotten very good at this. Our bodies were in tune with each other. I loved fucking my son and would miss the frequency. Oh he would visit. Even though she scorned herself, she couldn’t seem to fight the urge to bury her troubles in a bottle of beer. Like every lousy country song she’d ever heard, she quickly found herself at a local pub around ten thirty that night. She sat morosely at the bar nursing a beer while men hollered loudly around her watching and pointing animatedly at the bar’s single television showing the highlights from the Steelers first game since winning the Superbowl. She couldn’t help the snort of derision and. Bill even took some photos of some of our sessions but promised that they were just for our viewing pleasure and no one else would ever see them.Our adulterous life continued for many years until we were forty-one years old. Then, for some inexplicable reason, Kathy lost interest in having sex with others and for the most part with me. I was only getting to fuck her about once a month. That was pretty hard for me to take after having so much sex over the years, but there wasn’t anything I could. Harper, who shocked Carrie to her core, whispering in her ear, “Get him into your bed girl, get him into your bed.” But Cameron was now lying comatose and the girls were alarmed. Even Carrie was confused but then his eyes opened. The girls held their breath. “Pizza!” said the Lord of Time. The uncontrolled shrieks of hilarity and fun that followed were what greeted Liz, and the bruised and aching Eric, as they came through the front door. Liz was relieved that her daughter’s day had not been.