Had it in my hand…touched my lips to its head…licked the wetness of our juice from the sides…felt the bulging veins as my mouth expanded…the b...lbous head moving into my throat. Could not stop the lust of need…absolutely no sense of propriety…that cock was mine…mine right now.Without conscious thought my legs had straddled my son’s head…like icing on the cake, the feeling of his tongue splitting my cunt drove shivers through my body.As if from a far distance…I heard a voice…”Holy shit. We met in college, married after graduation and found jobstogether in Atlanta. We lived in an apartment with mostly other young,married, single or living together with benefits, adults. There was evena gay couple on the floor above us. Their names were Stan and John andthey would play a part in my story later on.Anyway, we both worked. She was a data analyst with a stock broker in thecity and I was an electronics engineer at a cell phone manufacturer.Moira and I liked the same things; sports. I asked if she wanted to get into the shower n she pushed me back onto the bed right by where her daughter slept. She crawled up my body pausing for a moment as I pulled her bottoms off over her perfect round tan ass. She straddled my face her waxed smooth pussy with puffy lips lowered into my face. I could smell her wild pheromones as I licked up n down her married slit, she moaned over n over as she grinded her sweet slit up n down my tounge, I buried my wet tounge deep into her tight hole. ..” and before she had a chance to finish, I interjected saying, “Sweetie, let’s just enjoy the evening and rekindle that sexual desire of yours.”She didn’t say anything as her hand continued to manipulate the growing bulge, bringing it to its full eight inches of hardness. At that moment, we arrived at the restaurant. Pulling up to the entrance, the car hop came around and gave me a ticket. I went around to open Rachel’s door and I thought the doorman was going to have a stroke as his eyes.