Soon we were in the narrow hallway. We slithered down the hall and after a long time were just a few feet from the kitchen. Finally, Joyce made me sto..., she had enough. My cock was dripping and it was time for me to go. When I got home, I couldnt go to sleep. I jacked off time after time, thinking about what it would be like to shoot my load in Joyces sweet pussy. Before that night I wondered if Joyce had strong sexual desires, and if shed appreciate my passion for licking pussy. After that. For want of anything better to say, I told him to pick the bench and sit down. I went out into the hallway and retrieved my shopping bags. I put them on the bed and then sat down on the edge of the bed facing my son."How long have you been doing this Bobby? I asked."Um, well... for awhile." He mumbled."You like wearing women's clothes?" and felt immediately stupid for such a dumb question. Not waiting for an answer, I said, "Stand up and let me see you."He stood, awkward and a little unsteady. I was expecting to feel her pull away as I touched her but instead, she pressed herself to me tighter. Taking that as permission to continue I began to slowly massage her right tit and it felt magnificent! The same tits that I had admired when we were younger were now, seemingly, at my disposal. I pulled away from our kiss slightly and as I continued fondling her tit I asked, “Are you okay with this?” Vicki didn’t say a word. She simply kissed me again while this time running her right hand in. “Tell me that then,” he demanded, firmly. “Your cock looks amazing,” I told him. “Have you ever done this before?” Michael asked. I nodded again. “How many times?” he asked. I explained how I first sucked a cock when I was younger. I didn’t go into too much detail about this first experience, but I told Michael luridly about an old friend who I had sucked and masturbated many times. Michael loved me telling him about my past and his cock was getting even harder, pre-cum beginning to coat.