"They didn't even stop the train this time." Good." He nodded at that news. "The Poles are preoccupied with Russia." Will there be war?" I wondered an... that had been a favorite topic in Germany over the last few weeks."I don't think so," my grandfather said. "But there should be." I feel sick every time I pass through Danzig," I told him truthfully. "I saw a sign on a wall..." What did it say?" We are forgotten." Hmmm..." The general frowned."They'd tried to wash it away," I told him. "But I. He stands up and I am down on my knees. I unbutton his pants in a fluster. I want his cock in my mouth so bad right now. I fumble in my hurry and he laughs and helps. Then there it is. He beautiful cock. 7 inches, rock hard and all mine. I take it in my hands and it so hot and I can feel his pulse in it. It is my turn to tease. I run my tongue over and around the head of his penis. I bring my hand up and begin stroking the shaft. Soon I can bear it and either can he. He rams his cock right. I sighed with acceptance and turned to leave.Again it only took one word from my son to stop me - to change my life. Had I ever been able to deny Dan anything?"Mom?"I turn back to the couple on the futon, my mother covering her huge breasts with her hands while my son was half turned between those soft white thighs giving me the sight of his large fat perfect cock stretching the pink outer labia of his grandparent. A shiver ran down my spin and I looked up at my son's surprised face, back to my. " "And what, baby?" "... and... you, Mom!" he gasped, staring directly between my carelessly parted thighs. I did incredible things to my pussy to know that my son was staring hungrily at his own mother s sopping crotch. "Ohhh, Charles!", I gasped. Leaning down, I kissed him on the lips, not like a mother kissing her son, but like a woman kissing her younger lover. Surprisingly, Charles knew exactly what to do. He parted his soft, young lips and let my tongue enter his hot, panting mouth,.