"If you behave yourself and let us rehearse for a few hours afterwards I'll let them at you. OK.?" She loved Ben's massive cock and it had been mon...hs since he'd been away from his possessive wife Julie who was away visiting her sick mother. Mick was engaged to Sharon before I met her and although the break up was difficult we got around it by sharing her one night after drinking and smoking far too much dope. Mick regularly came over for a threesome. Just before six Sharon finished. "Part of my heritage," she told me afterwards when we had both come down from our expressions of love, and the resulting sensations we each dealt with in our own ways.Amazement is not an emotion I've yet come to terms with, nor understand well. But it is the most appropriate description of my current state."Why aren't you the mother to us all?" I asked, realizing how much better she has succeeded at her functions than my much later mind and programming have yet managed."I couldn't be. She was now fully exposed to her son’s gazing eyes, as they moved from her breasts to the large patch of blonde hair on her pussy.“You caused him to get hard. He can’t go to school that way. Get your ass off the bed and take care of him or I’ll throw your ass out,” Russell told Charlene.She slid off the bed and got on her knees in front of her son. Reaching out, she unzipped his fly, reached in his shorts and pulled his hard cock out. It was surprisingly large for a sixteen-year-old. He stood. He watched her from his perch outside of her window as she undressed. Her flimsy black lace bra and panties falling to the floor at her feet, revealing a pair of large, firm breasts and a clean-shaven pussy. Such a beautiful cunt, he thought. He closed his eyes and imagined himself down on his knees before her. Or perhaps with her squatting over him. His warm, wet tongue exploring her folds. Teasing her clit. Making her body writhe with pleasure. Making her come over and over again, before.