My relationship with Diane indicated that I was not gay. My reputation was also quite the opposite. "Are all your mates gay?" I innocently asked. "Not...entirely", was his response. "Most are, but some enjoy both sexes, and a few just enjoy communal nakedness." How old?" I asked."About my age - mid-twenties. A couple younger, nineteen or twenty."I knew I was hooked. So did he, but we kept up the pretence of serious consideration. Eventually, arrangements were made.As the day approached, I was. Hot breath brushes my ear when you whisper, "You've been bad. You're not supposed to play with yourself. That's my job." I'm sorry. I just could not sleep. I'll be good. I promise."You laugh. "I know, but first you must be punished. Don't move."You leave the bed to remove your clothes, I hear the rustling, and turn my head to look, and see a massive cock that is only half hard. I start to whimper, Knowing that I wont be able to take such a massive cock in my little pussy. I beg, "Please, I. I just didn’t bother you then. It would have confused you no end.”I accepted that and my mind returned to my question, “Why do you think it was someone at work?”As I thought it, Marilyn expressed it. “You want to know why I think it was someone at work who shot you. Right?”A little annoyed at her remark, I shot back at her. “Well, that thought had crossed my mind.”She just laughed and then said, “Will. You don’t have to get uptight about this. You’ve helped me and I want to help you.”It was. I started to gag as I felt him try and force his cock further into my mouth. I felt the cool sensation of the first blast hit my throat as my son unloaded another shot of hot cum into my mouth.It didn’t take me long to recover as I swallowed everything he had to offer. I couldn’t help smiling as I finished licking my lips and looking at my son, who was whispering. "Thank you, mum".I just smiled and couldn't help myself from saying, "Still the best cum I've ever had and twice as good as your.