Joe got to his dads house and walked in. It was hot, despite being winter outside. So Joe smelled soup and went to the den. He was no getting hotter. ...e took of his pants and shirt and socks. But left his beater and briefs on. He figured his dad didn’t hear him since he didn’t say hi, so he looked into the study. He saw his dad, nude, in his recliner. It didn’t bother Joe though. He actually got turned on. He saw his fathers thighs were very hairy and his dick was huge! Joe had to guess at 10. To compensate for her absence, she regularly bestowed me with expensive gifts. As far as I’m aware this way of growing up wasn’t a traumatic experience: I didn’t know better than that all children were raised by nannies and I certainly liked all those gifts. Therefore, the fact I saw my mother more often on television than in real life (being a cute, good looking children’s author she was a welcome guests on all kinds of game shows and talk shows) didn’t disturb me at all. Quite the contrary, I. "Touch it if you like" I said nonchalantly, not realising that this was the most important request I ever made in my short life thus far. "It won't bite."She looked at me and then, with a quiet "OK" she let go of her teddy bear, while she rested on her elbow, she reached to grab my cock. I released my own grip on it and she took over. Having an alien hand on my cock almost made me cum straight away. "What do I do?" she exclaimed wide eyed and she had a firm enough grasp of the shaft and she. Then I went in and turned on the TV and acted as I didn’t know anything. Few days passed by and I started masturbating for a whole week imaging my mother. That day came when real man in me rose. My mom had a bath and she came to the bedroom to change her dress. I watched her change…oh my gosh…her ass was as big as a basket ball and those setting of her melons in her blouse made me mad.She then came out to me and told that she was going out and she would be back in an hour. I couldn’t control.