But I don’t want just any cock. I want your cock ... my son’s cock. It’s so wrong, but I can’t stop it. The fact that you came out of this pus...y over eighteen years ago makes it so much more exciting. That is crazy I know.”I opened my mouth but nothing came out. There was nothing left to say. I watched as my mother slowly lowered her hips until the head of my cock was touching her already wet pussy. Then she moved lower, taking the head into her. Her mouth opened as she stared into my eyes.“Oh,. Both of them were creepy and sleazy and would have been nobodies without Cody and Harris.The odds were very high that one, if not all three of his little group of best friends were going to come through that door at any moment. Suddenly I felt like crying again. The things I had just been forced to do with Cody were bad enough. And the pictures! Oh god! Those fucking pictures! But how could I possibly do those things with Harris and the weasel twins?!My mental turmoil was interrupted when Cody. But Charlotte was a very experienced lover, and was clearly enjoying the experience, slapping his bum and calling for him to pump harder, deeper, shag her – she loved it. I think Stefan was slightly awe-struck by her and her enthusiastic response – most women, I suspected, were afraid of his monster. Clearly she was using her muscles to grip him and I saw the signs that he was approaching his crisis. Charlotte cried out, “Inside me, Stefan, spunk me now!” and he grimaced as his stream squirted. I pulled off the only article of clothing i was wearing, my baggy shirt, and examined myself. I took a breast in each hand and held them lightly. My full C cups were still perky and looked delightful wtih my pink nipples rested at the center, already hard with the anticipation of sexual release. They felt soft and warm in m hands, and as i lightly traced my areola i bit my lip realising i was already getting hot. I let my hands trace down my body, down m slim curvy sides. I was maybe 100 pounds.