"My parents said they were ok with it, and they'll even let me do the Program!" That's great," I replied, "Why don't you tell me all about it in the s...ower?" Not so fast," called out Quint, "Christine, Laura, Zach, and Bernie Scott are coming over for lunch, and I want you ready to go." Well, any sacrifice for art," I sighed melodramatically, and proceeded to the shower alone.When I came downstairs, Quint was introduced to Bernie Scott, who I recognized from another one of Quint's plays."You. Her hair was a mess. She had her bra in her hand and her blouse was buttoned in the wrong holes. She went straight for her room although she made far from a straight line as she staggered across the living room, bumping into the couch as she did. After a few minutes I zipped myself and went out of my room and approached hers. Her door was open. She had managed to get her blouse off and then collapsed onto her bed. She lay there on her back with her big firm tits pointing at the ceiling. I. 'That's it white cum whore; suck my big black cock bitch!'I am a little shocked to hear him speak to me in this way but strangely it makes me really horny and I take him even deeper. 'Yeh take me deep you slut!'This sends me over the edge I am a black cock whore, I so fucking want it. He releases my head and I gasp taking in a proper lungful of air. 'Bet your husband would have jerked off along watching that for real wouldn't he!''For sure! That would have him spurting his cum over both of. I quietly say to him, “Jay, God, I Love You Son”. With my urge to come had settled, so I thought. I gave my son a few more good hard thrust. Next thing, I tensed up and began grunting like a wild a****l while pumping several thick warm ropes of my sperm deep inside my son’s ass. I could only guess that my son became sexually overwhelmed not just knowing but actually feeling the same potent seed that had created him 27 years ago is now my taking ownership of his body and soul. The next thing I.