How we each got to be the way we are - I’m only guessing that part, he didn’t actually say it. He did say the part about knowing each other. Anywa..., we got sidetracked from my worries.”“I think he’s right, dear. As long as you can trust that it is actually your personality that was such a great match. The way you talk, it’s like you believe he really could re-write who you are, do you actually believe that?”A quick nod, “Just wait ‘til you use the teacher, Mom.”“Thought you said it can’t erase. After a few minutes, my Dad pulled the rubber monster out of me, slapped my butt with it, and walked over to his chair. He pulled one of the stale cigar butts out of the ashtray, lit it, and came back over to me. He grabbed Napoleon by the bicep and pulled him off the bed, stationing his stiff cock at my crack. “Spread those cheeks, son,” my Dad growled at me, and I did as he ordered. With his cigar in his jaw, my Dad grabbed Napoleon’s cock as, once again, he fumbled trying to penetrate my. "This was where you did it that time?" Yes."He pulled his tee shirt over his head, exposing his smooth, lithely muscled torso. He unbuckled his belt and pulled his jeans off, revealing tight black boxer briefs and the bulge of his hard cock inside them. When he put his hands on his waistband, I said, "No. Let me." I stepped forward and fell to my knees, running a hand over the hardness straining against the fabric, my palm coming away wet where it brushed a spot of precum leaking through.. I moved the foreskin backwards and forwards and as I did that, I spread his own penis juice with my fingers all around the ‘bared’ head of his penis, making it moist all over. I then gave a gentle pull on his penis and said, “Mommy wants it..” My son’s penis in my cunt: Tommy came off my breasts and squared himself up between my legs and positioned his erect penis over his mom’s vaginal crack. Supporting his wait on his knees and the left hand on the bed, he held.