"Again." I kissed his cock again. He propped my head up a little more with some pillows so I was directly facing his cock. "Lick the hole." I lick...d his pee hole and something that was on it stuck to my lips as I leaned back a little. "Now put the head of it in your mouth and suck on it like it's a lolly pop." He leaned his hips forward and I took the head of his cock in my mouth and sucked on it like he told me to. My mind was racing thinking what had gotten into him, what was he doing. It's my son, Justin.." Stacey caught me a little off gaurd... her son?! I would have never expected Stacey to have feelings for Justin like this. But I could understand why, he was very muscular and handsome. I know the saying about African-American men and their large cocks, and if it was true I am sure Justin would be very large. I had always loved eyeing him down from time to time, and hopefully I would be able to help. Then, I got the best idea I'd ever had!"Stacey! I have the best idea. Sherri had been off visiting her sister for a week, more duty than love, up there in Delta up in Utah, she was happy, fairly tired and hot, glad of the draft from the open topped Oldsmobile as she cruised along not a care in the world she would be home in Vegas by the end of the day home with her husband Jason. She was a sensuous 30 year old, a size 12, about 5ft 3” 38d chest and still growing, filling her tee shirt in a provocative way. Hair, well more of a deep chestnut brown trailing in. It was decided that Tony and Debbie would go to the Book Fair in Billings, and Bette and Ken walked the teenagers to the door. Once there, Tony seemed to want to kiss his mother, and she hoped fervently that he would do so; but instead, he just touched her hand and said, "Good night, Mom," and Bette knew that things were not yet back to any semblance of true normalcy--though she felt that the chance that they would one day be was strong and very real.When Debbie and Tony had gone, Ken sighed.