I backed off just a little, squeezed out again and pushed a little deeper this time. A couple more times, each a little deeper and all is good. No d...scomfort, just a little snug. A real cock always seem to slip in easier in my experience anyway. One last time and I feel that familiar "plop" as the head of his cock slips past my sphincter and nestles just inside of my ass. OMG!!! How I love that feeling. After I am being fucked for a little bit and am more loose,I don't feel that "plop". He knew she was not expecting what was to come. They woke up the next morning, and after they each had coffee, and went through there morning routine, Bob told Kim that they were not going to work around the house, that he had a surprise for her. Bob told Kim to stay in the kitchen while he went to prepare the surprise. He went to the bedroom and laid out all of his new purchase on the bed. He went to the kitchen with a blindfold in hand, told Kim that he had read her story on the computer and. . I love youuuu and I want you, I do, I do, oh give it to me Eddie, give me your cock..."With a groan of love and pinnacled desire, Eddie Granger moved his hips forward, guiding his palpitating, seminally-moist prick to the waiting, wetly ovalled mouth of his mother. She tasted the bittersweet flavor of his lubrication against her lips, felt the heavy bloated head of her son's shaft resting against them, and then she opened her mouth to accept his offering of love. For this was the cock of her. I was the best man, she looked magnificent in her white dress. You, well, you were you. I can’t comment on you too much lest people get the wrong idea, haha. I remember when your son was born, my godson. The topic came up of what to name him. You simply said ‘Its Bradley Scott.’ It wasn’t a suggestion, it was a statement, as if your wife had no say. She looked perplexed, then I understood, you’d never ever told her about your brother. Hell, she hadn’t met your parents until the wedding, so it.