As I was swallowing his cum all I was thinking to myself was, god I love cum! I really do! Swallowing it made me cream again. His cum was so thick and...salty I couldn’t get enough of it. Finally I sucked and swallowed all his cum off his cock. Then I put my lips around the puddles of cum he had left, and slurped them up off his public hair the best I could. He had some still in his hair and I tried again to suck it all down. His thick cum coated the entire inside of my mouth and teeth. It didn’t. "His mouth was agape, he watched me suspiciously. "You mean you really fucked some gal." Yeah." And when did that happen... ?" He still did not believe me."During the weekend..." O.K." Now he was sure that I was trying to fool him. "So who did you fuck? As far as I know you and your mom were hiking alone." You are right." I finally dropped the punch line. "I fucked my mom."His mouth was now open even wider. He watched me incredulously. "Do you expect me to believe you?" Yes, I fucked my mom,. I found myself touching her, running my hand ahainst her cheek, pressing my hand against her hip and lightly on her thighs. Beneath her dress I could feel the outline of the Crack Belt. The slow, sweet torture of anticipation tingled in my loins, and I looked forward to quenching my sexual thirst. Gazing at Kathy across the table, knowing her crack was wet from the Belt, I saw in her eyes the saeme tense anticipation I was feeling. We picked up our wine glasses and toasted out one year. I'm not gay," I said."I should think not," my father said, frowning."How many blow jobs does a guy have to give before he's gay, anyway?"Marci said. "Six? Nine? A hundred and four?"My mother looked at me. "Do you do that, Jake? Because, frankly, Inever liked it. How do you deal with the taste?" He swallows it in a hurry, Momma Hogan," Marci said. "Don't you,Julie?" Julie?" my father repeated."Oh, I'm sorry," Marcy said. "That's my pet name for her. I mean, him.I'm sorry, Jules. I let your.