At first she thought how terrible it was. Her son. A gigolo. Fucking everything. But after a while she started to like it. Even got a bit proud of me ...oing every women around. Sicking my dick in every willing hole. Without their husbands knowing. And she let her fantasy go. Imagined me getting down on the whole female neighborhood. It turned her unfucked cunt into a deep, wet ocean. When I was out, during the day, she started to masturbate on a single image in her head: Her son fucking around.. She opened the curtains and looked out. The sun was bright and the sky clear and blue. She saw young Johnny Carter mowing his lawn next door. Wow, she thought out loud, this time last year I wouldn't have dared to look out the window naked and now I'm standing here. It feels good to be this comfortable with my body. Darren's constant compliments and attentiveness hasn't hurt either.She closed the curtain and walked to the bathroom to take a shower. She was drying and something caught her eye in. He looked to be in his middle twenties maybe, with a leering smile and cold blue eyes that seemed to stare right through Lisa's skirt and blouse. He wore a sweat shirt with a popular cartoon character on it doing a very obscene thing to another cartoon character.Lisa blushed a deeper crimson, seeing how the men were looking at her. Lisa's father, Karl, glanced expectantly around the room, finally settling his eyes on Allen."Well, Allen? Is it a bet?" This is the weirdest bet I've ever heard of,. Your hands reach forward and your palms on my chest your arch your back and point your chin to the stars feeling the width of me stretch you and fill you and complete the union of the two individuals and make us one. I pull you down a little - betting the other nipple inside my mouth, I hunger for more than just being inside of you, I hunger for your spirit - for your soul I have to tease it out of you, suck it out, nurse it out. Your hand goes to the back of my head cradling it there - pulling.