Being the good son I am I'd borrowed money from the Sun Devils biker gang so my mother could get an operation and be cared for while she recuperated. ...aybe Medicaid, Medicare or Medi-whatever would eventually reimburse, but shit, who knows.So now I owed a biker gang with a pussy name a fuckload of money. If I was gonna leave I'd better stay hid real good. Damn, maybe I could talk Tina into Canada or Mexico or somewhere.Jesus! I could still smell that Stinky fucker. He left a goddamn trail of. He reached down and slowly raised my shirt above my head and his lips began to brush against my belly. I ran my fingers through his spiky hair as he traveled upwards his mouth slowly taking in my breasts. I could feel his tongue ring teasing my nipples as I undid his belt and reached for his hard cock. I kept slowly touching it. It was so warm in my hand. It wasn't the first one I had ever touched but it was the first time I had been in love with the person who it was attached to. His lips felt. "Do you like the way your mommy rubs your cock?" "Oh, yes," I half groaned. I reached down and pulled my cock free. It was right in her face. "Do you like your son's cock?" I asked. "Yes, its beautiful. So hard. I've thought about it a lot since our shower." "Kiss it for me, mommy. I want you to taste it." With that she rubbed her lips up and down my cock and finally took it her mouth. She looked up. "Do you like the way mommy sucks your cock?" "Yes." " I want to go into. Her pussy muscles quivered as they tried to relax and spasm at the same time. My dick seated fully inside her as she got used to the difference between when she became like us and controlling the rush from the raw energy surging through our bodies with each bolt of lightning.Someway, somehow, we managed to end up on a thick pile of moss fucking like rabbits when the storm was finally unable to get enough energy to do more than rain. It was sometime in the middle of the night we burned through.