Slap. "8 sir" her voice becoming more strained. Making his dick harder. He wanted to feel her mouth around him. Slap. "9 sir"Slap. "10 sir. Thank you ...ir." He walks around to her mouth and yanks her long, curly hair making her open her mouth. "Suck it baby." She gladly complies. Taking the tip of his massive chocolate cock into her mouth. Licking and sucking all over it as she prepares her throat for deep throating his massive member. She runs her tongue the length of his shaft down to his. "I have to make the decisions, but you can help me to make sure I don't make the wrong one," I told her. "If I remember, that's what families do."Mack was an easier conversation right up to the end.We talked about my choices and what they'd mean to my future.At the end of the call, I told him what I'd decided recently."Mack, you know I don't know who my father is," I said. "As far as I'm concerned, you're my dad. You always treated me like a son so I'm going to be coming to you for some. Her hands would reach around my neck and pull me in closer, taking solace from me and returning it in equal measure. Sometimes I would allow my mind to wander further, wondering with a sense of awe that bordered upon near religious dread, what her breast would feel like under her top. How soft it would be, so welcoming and inviting. My breath would catch itself, coming only in short ragged bursts, leaving my mouth to work wordlessly in disharmony with my brain as it processed such carnal. Her back arched, and Mom began to roll her head back and forth in sweet ecstasy. I positioned my knees on either side her head lowering my cock down towards her face. I didn't know how she would react after what had happened in the garage. My question was soon answered when I felt her lips wrap themselves around my prick. I could feel her starting to suck deeply. My mouth clamped on her pussy sucking every drop of juice out of her. My tongue continued fucking her hole like a miniature prick..