I know that it is my honey (I call my son as honey). He was on his shot and sat at the back of me and hugged me and kissed me on the back which was we... with sweat. He kissed me and said your sweat is tasty and making me hot mom. I said aha, go and brush and come. He said I have brushed and came. When I was getting up he asked where mom and I said to prepare breakfast for you. He said not that urgent mom; complete washing and then you can prepare and I continued my work. Slowly he raised my sari. I'm empty but I want to cum again so keep sucking. I'm going to make it and spill it instantly. It's going to hurt with delicious pain. I may cry out but keep sucking until I take it away. I may say anything but don't stop! I'll stop you”. Chase suckled as she moaned. “Yes my Baby, it hurts but I'm making....Ohhhh Darling, that hurts..... Oh my god, my gurl balls hurt so much, but don't stop my love! Make them know that they are owned by you!.......Sharon started crying, “that's it Chase, train. I got the pictures of Patricia and some of Michelle and laid them out on the floor in front of me. I took off my clothes and jacked off imagining the three of us together. It didn’t take any time at all before I was shooting my load into a towel. Over the next week, Michelle was on her period, I jacked off to those pictures every night. Sometimes looking at just Patricia’s but most of the time I had Michelle’s out as well.It had been a couple weeks and Michelle asked me if I had been looking at. Made her feel special.”“She was special,” I said. “So are you. You deserve this.”She pressed closer to me, clutching tight to my arm.We entered the restaurant, our reservation waiting. The maître d didn't bat an eye. My daughter looked so grown up, so he must have assumed she's my date and not my daughter. That sent a wicked thrill through me. “Follow me, Mr. Young,” the maître’d said, a bright smile on his face. He led us through the restaurant. My daughter clung to my arm, trying to act adult.