I was under the cabinet, disassembling the j-trap to see if the issue was a clog, even though a clog usually didn't mean a leak... but it was always a...good place to start. I was just reaching for a pair of pipe wrenches when I heard Mom come in and say the words every man (husband or son) dreads to hear, "We need to talk." I pretended I didn't hear, one of all men's go to responses to that dreaded phrase. "Don't pretend you didn't hear me, young man," she scolded, her tone sounding very. "I can't believe it," she said in a nervous voice as she rocked back and forth. "My own son wants to fuck me," she said wondering if she should have stayed in his room. She wanted him too, but he was her son.The next morning Jenny woke up in pure agony, feeling as if her pussy were about to explode. "I hope this stops soon," she moaned making her way down the hall, ran past Barry's room and into the shower. After finishing, she dressed, not thinking not giving it a thought of what she picked to. ” “Okay, be careful.” I pushed them in as deep as I could. “It feels like I have to go poop.” “Just do what I say and squeeze.” “You’re ready.” “Don’t hurt me.” I stroked my cock to make it as hard as possible and then poured lube into her gaping hole and on my whole shaft. I straddled her lining my cock up with her opening. “Here we go.” I started to advance into her. “Ohhh.” The head was in along with about three inches. I was up against her sphincter muscle. “Relax. I am going to push past. " But the plant won't be open in time for the election." Tim Kaine isn't running in this election." Good point." You guys want to head out? I figured we could catch the tail end of the rally."We walked to the main quad were the rally was taking place. The speeches were pretty uninspiring, but the weather was nice and there was something of a festive atmosphere. When it was finally over, we found the conference room where the meeting was set to take place. The governor, the community college.