It was great, fantastic, and I hissed softly as my son’s cock fucked deeper and deeper. When his pack was deep as it could go, I pressed his balls u...on my throbbing cunt. ‘Fuck me, Lasse!’ I wailed. ‘Fuck my ass! Ooooh, baby, ram your hard cock in and out of Mummy’s asshole! Ream my ass…fuck my ass… I want to feel your cock fucking my hot asshole hard and fast and deep!’ I waggled my ass, and Peter began fucking, watching his cock fuck in and out of my asshole. The stretching brown ass-ring. My mother understood this because she herself was a lesbian and had divorced my biological father before I was five. She had been living with a very pretty lady Samantha. My Mother and Samantha had raised me and my sister Lori in a well to do neighborhood and we wanted for nothing. My parents were talented and wealthy. I normally dressed as girl and often fought with Lori over clothes. When I was about 12 I started wearing my mothers stockings and pantyhose and trying on her shoes. Samantha. Over the next few seconds, I felt a warming sensation and my dick turneda very nice light brown, almost dusky color, like it had been born someother ethnicity than the rest of me. Given how white the rest of me was,it was pretty easy to see the change. This stuff didn't appear to be badat all...so I put on another coat. A couple minutes later, my littlebuddy looked positively Spanish. Another coat, another step darker. Bythe time the tube ran out several coats and some time later, my dick wasa. Despite her diminutive height she must have weighed three hundred pounds. She looked like Aunt Jemima on crack. She waved to us. ‘Ya’ll get out de truck. You is welcome, welcome.’ Mark got out but I just sat there. He leaned back in. ‘Better get out, you don’t want her thinkin’ you don’t want to visit.. I eased out and sat on the edge of the porch. ‘How ya’ll’ I said, trying to be social. ‘Tolerable child, tolerable. And thirsty. Got anything to sip on?’ I had a cooler full of bud, and a fifth.