“F-f-f—feels good!” he gasped. Susan decided to be even more bold. “Let me ask you something, Timmy. Have you ever had sex?” Timmy looked d...wn and shook his head “No.” He was self-conscious now. “Not even a little blow-job from one of the nice little girls who like you?” Susan asked, keeping her palm on Timmy’s crotch and rubbing it lightly. Timmy shook his head in the negative again. Susan made a decision. She decided that if she couldn’t cum, she was going to make someone else cum. By. She had moved from Denny's to a location on the outskirts of town. I wasn't sure how long she'd been there. Street view revealed a seedy area, mostly cheap manufactured homes on cinderblocks. It looked like she'd found a bubba.To calm myself, I unlocked the cases from the car and did a quick check of my hardware. The tiny P3AT, barely over 5" long and just eight ounces, was simplicity itself. The faint smell of gun oil eased my nerves as I carefully checked each round. I made sure the feed was. I looked at her for permission to keep going hoping desperately to get the go ahead as I had wanted to be in this spectacular woman for a long time, possibly before I even knew it, if that makes sense. She bit her lip and gave me a nod and closed her eyes expectantly awaiting the most excruciating pain she had ever felt in her blessed life.I poked a little harder and suddenly her precious seal gave way and she let out a tremendous scream. Her virgin juices flooded my balls and covered my legs. “Thank you for loving me, Dan. I know my parents are going to love you as much as I do.”“So I can fuck your mom?”“What did I just say?” She grinned kissing him. “Maybe instead I’ll watch you give Dad a blow job.”“I thought you said he wasn’t into that sort of thing.”“That doesn’t mean he can’t be convinced.”“You’re joking with me, right?”“I am. As far as I know, Mom is the only one who’s given Dad a blow job, though they have fooled around a little.”“It isn’t me who you’ll have to worry about.