I truly know that I'm now addicted to cock and want it all the time. I couldn't believe that he was fucking me with that huge cock of his and it didn...t hurt but felt wonderful. I guess getting fucked with strapons and fucking yourself with dildos helps to loosen you up that when you get the real deal it isn't difficult or painful but rather stimulating and enjoyable. He fucked me for only a couple of minutes than thrust real hard into me and hold there for a few seconds. I could tell he was. . . Err! . . . me? mom exclaimed with a shocked look on her face. "Yes mom! You!" not sure how mom would take it. "You're not angry are you?" as I continued speaking. Using her left hand to cover her mouth while she blushed out of control, mom laughed nervously as she came back."Of course not Jay . . . it's just a bit of a shock that's all." "Most mothers know that their sons have a bit of a thing for them, it's normally not out in the open." When did you start to have these feelings?" I then. "I never intended that."Frieda leaned forward and said, "Well, get used to it. She's happy, because you are the closest thing to her ideal man she's ever run across. You're perfectly comfortable bossing women around -- out of habit, because that's how it is where you live. But she's used to the good ol' U. S. of A. where every woman is liberated and 'slave' is a dirty word and being a slave owner is up there with mass murder and pedophilia!"Perplexed, I asked, "Are you sure?"Frieda started. The old gentleman’s allergies must have been bothering him because he resorted to a florid handkerchief quite a bit as he narrated a quick history of the airfield. The saddest part of the impromptu history lesson was the changes to the base as it was being abandoned.“I trained here ... didn’t graduate in time to make The Big Show but I was in on the Poland Relief Effort after the war.” He made a grand gesture, “All this was officers housing, other ranks barracks and maintenance buildings. They.