Once, again, I pulled her cock into my mouth as I prepared to take her in my throat. This time she seemed more wet and slippery. This time I knew wh...t to expect. This time I took a deep breath before I pulled her cock into my throat. It slipped in much easier than the first time. I moved my head up a little taking it down my throat until her balls were smothering my nose before bobbing a few short strokes, then I shifted my head back, releasing her from my throat while still keeping her in. “Ceci est mon garde du corps, Hunter Lightfoot,” she said, introducing me to her friend. To me she said, “This is Maria. She’s Italian but doesn’t speak English.”“Piacere di conoscerti,” I said to Maria.She smiled. “Tu parli italiano?”I nodded.The two headed to class, heads together whispering furiously.On the way home, Callie commented, “I didn’t know you speak Italian. Do you speak other languages?”I nodded, concentrating on negotiating the traffic.After a minute of silence, Callie prompted,. She was needing a better sex life, that was sure. I could provide it, I was sure of that. It wasn't a sure thing, but perhaps a bedtime story just might help. There must be some place on line that had mother/son stories of incest. I could print one out and read it to her, some night when dad was on another business trip. Then she might get in the mood for more 'rubbie-dubbie', perhaps even let me do a rubbie down where the I felt fur before!I was still doing research, when a new. “Get on the bed and lie on your back. I have to have that cock of yours in me now!”As I complied, she stood up and held onto the ceiling as I followed her instructions and then she stepped so her feet were on the outside of my thighs and I was looking up at her round ass and back. Then she squatted down, grabbed my slippery stiff cock and stuffed it into her incredibly hot cunt. I have been in a lot tighter pussies and I have been in ones that just felt more right, but I have never been in.