“Make him cum into that slutty mouth. You want it. You’re such a pathetic whore. You want to drink your son’s cum.”“So pathetic, Aunt Cheryl...” groaned Melody. “Oh, yes. Suck him. Hurry before you’re caught. You’ll be spanked so hard if we’re discovered.”“So hard,” growled Clint, his hand tightening in my hair.I obeyed. I sucked my son’s cock as hard as I could. My cheeks hollowed. My mouth bobbed. I slid my lips up and down his dick. I made as powerful a suction as I could. I made sure he. The weekend skies were heavy with rain as we all tried to make it as easy for her as possible. Monday morning I drove her down to Gravenstein Acres, and checked her in. They took her off to get situated in her room and get a complete physical, including a wide spectrum of blood tests.Doctor Ferris gave me an overview of what she would go through."We start with detox, which most patients find as the hardest part of our treatment. From our discussions, I think your wife has an emotional addiction. ”He smiled and she had to admit he did look sort of cute even though she knew for a fact he was a boy because she had seen him in the bathtub and there was no doubt of his gender.“Don’t tell anyone, Mamie. I promise to buy you a new one at the five and ten. I got some dough from shoveling snow up on the avenue.”He was so concerned that she felt protective and a little sorry for him because he was built more like Santa Claus than a football player and she knew most girls would just pass him by. I hover and lower slowly down to the base of her wet pussy. The anticipation is real I can smell as I hold by the knees her legs firmly apart. They open wider to expose the beauty of her sweet lips, plump full of the excitement ahead. Her head tilts up to the sky, her eyes roll back as my lips gently part her lips, she smiles as my tongue slithers up and down, gently then more forcefully as it enters her tight juicy hole. I can hear her gasp, my hands reach up to grab her round breasts, nipples.