Dad and I used to suck cocks everywhere we happened. We had no shame. We would do it in parks. In his car. On the way to work later, we would both rid... to work on the same bus and suck each other under our coats before we started work. I eventually graduated high school and dad got me a job working with him so we could have sex 24/7 if we so wished. We got so close, we decided at one point to change my name and go to Canada and get legally married in a ceremony of unity as they call it. We have. I felt it as a trap and tried to convince her by saying, “Why don’t you go there and spend some time with your husband?”. She kept her head down and started to cry.She said that “My Husband has an affair with another woman. So he didn’t even touch me. Please, Sir, accept my wish. That Bastard married me only for my money”. I felt pity for her and at the same time everyone was watching us, so I said to get up and outside the restaurant, I thought as I am a man, there wouldn’t be much of a. Especially now.One thing was true enough though as I turned so I could see my flabby ass in all its droopy glory in the mirror and that was getting a blow job was way better than getting it done by hand. It felt like that would be as good as it gets sex-wise. I began to wonder what would happen next and all sorts of freaky things crossed my mind. But that's the thing with expectation and an over-active imagination.Sometimes what you imagine will happen doesn't.***When Mom came home from work I. I lowered my face down and without hesitation wrapped my wet mouth around the head of his cock. I immediately began swirling my tongue around and around his swollen tip. I reached between his legs and cupped his sack in my hand. “Oh yeah baby……suck it…….god, you’re good……” Tyler moaned. I started bobbing my head up and down the length of Tyler’s shaft and I wondered if I did too good of a job at blowing him if he was going to shoot his jizz in my mouth? The whole time I was sucking Tyler.