Do you like being naked with me?" Um ... that's kind of a hard question to answer." Why? It's just yes or no." I know, but I don't want you to get the...wrong impression." I guess that's an answer in and of itself." What do you mean?" If the answer was no, you would have said so. But since you have trouble answering it, the answer must be yes." I don't know..." More specifically, the answer is yes but you don't want to admit it because that might make me think you want to do naughty things with. I had never done that before, but I licked his ass and sucked his balls taking in his overpowering musky male aroma of sex and arousal. It was intoxicating. Without telling JR what I wanted he knelt behind me, and I felt his massive cock head push inside my swollen pussy until he was buried inside me filling me completely. It was the first strange cock I had ever felt, and it felt amazing. He grabbed my hips and fucked me deeper and harder than I had ever been fucked until an orgasm rocked my. Or perhaps even the lowest of sluts.Read on and you shall discover the ails of my life.I can not blame my son you see - as we both are tortured by the same desires. Yet in him, there is no pretence at morals or of right and wrong. Given just a moments weakness on my part I doubt it not that he would plunge himself into my body wearing only a content smile of the conquerer.Oh how I longed to see that look upon him.When my son Robert was younger, he and I had a wonderful loving relationship. We. My eighteenth birthday was celebrated with my social worker smiling as I signed paperwork and my foster parents slipping me a twenty as they wished me well in life. My social worker offered to drop me off anywhere of my choosing, but I declined. As far as I was concerned, the sooner I got away from the painted faced gargoyle, the better.I already had a plan set in place. In preparation for the day I aged out of the system, I had dropped out of school halfway through Junior year to work full.