I had just minutes before caught our son masturbating on the family room sofa, and I climbed on and fucked him. It was his cum inside me. More silence... Deafening silence. His hand remained there. I had no idea what he would do next. Still more silence.Then he quietly called me a whore. How could I possibly do that? With our son? He always knew I was twisted ... but this? More silence. Hubby then took his hand from between my thighs. He brought it to my face and smeared our son's cum all over my. As I ran my hand back up to his shoulder, it was then that I realized I had an issue. I was lost in thought and admiration and had forgotten that I’d just woken up after a night of drinking around the campfire. I had that problem that every man gets every morning of his life. I had to pee. Badly. And my automatic bodily reaction was screaming that to me. My morning wood was already firmly pressed against Chris’ back, and I so badly wanted not to move, but it was starting to become a little. Is it safe to say you've not remotely shown what you can really do?" asked Daniel.Dusty just smiled."Right, that's what I thought. Last question, your friend Rachel, is there... ?" asked Daniel as he intently looked at Dusty."Only one of my best friends. She was one of my wife's good friends before I met her. But I'll protect her from harm just like I would my wife even if it was to cause my death," said Dusty seriously"Good, we're on the same page then about her. I too feel she is special and. I'm glad I could see you again" I whispered. "Me too. I couldn't stop thinking about you... and this" She said as she grabbed my hard black cock. " Are you should you want to do this?" I asked as I slid her panties down past her feet. "I don't know.. I think so. She answered. I moved down to her thighs and licked her pussy as good as I had every tried. I moved back up slowly glancing my dick against her wet pussy. She tensed up a little and then the same thing happened. "No, she grunted. "I'm.