"You get it cunt?"I nodded and waited him to finish so I could wash the dishes and getout from this stupid dress, I could wear my pants to bed at leas....When he finished he got up and passed behind me he slapped my ass andlaughed, while he went to the living room to watch TV with a beer inhis hand.I hadn't finished my chores when he got upstairs, I sighed a littlerelief that he was retiring for the day, but about five minutes laterhe called me, "Come on up bitch." My heart skipped a beat, he had. Her tongue swirls around my cockhead, tickling the sensitive underside before she plunges me into her throat. Then with my cock buried in her throat, her tongue would reach out to lick my balls. The look in her eyes was somewhere between love and lust as she brings me to my second orgasm of the morning.“Did you like it, daddy?”“Yes, baby, that was fantastic. I can’t believe how good you are at fellatio.”“Mama taught me well. I did it a lot to you before mama died. You almost caught us a few. Pledged the Beta Beta fraternity. The fraternity found one of the boxes, and as a gag, changed all their pledges for Hell Week, including Paul. Paul ... disappeared." Only they didn't know it would be permanent," D interrupted.C nodded. "Paul's big brother changed him into a nice 'girl next door' - with a physical addiction to cum with a corresponding narcotic high. Thought it would be a great prank."D nodded grimly. "Paul was humiliated to find himself a bimbo addicted to give blowjobs. . . .”“Let me finish. Not just that it was about a mother and son having relations, but the very setting and nature of the whole . . . plot and context . . . why that particular story? Why, what – is there some significance to not just what kind of porno you passed to me, but which one, which exact story you chose to put into my envelope?”“Yes.”“Well, I would like to understand, if you don't mind.”I sighed, 'here it goes', I thought, this is it. I either bust the wonderful friendship I have.