Jacques used to write passionate love letters to Colleen, and she would carry them around in her purse for months, endlessly memorizing his every word... THEN Jacques sent her photos. He turned out to be forty years old and fifty pounds overweight."It was not a pleasant night in our home that day that letter came..." she said.Colleen turned every shade of red and gamely tried to defend old Jacques. "He was sweet," she insisted. "It was just that he was old, fat, weird, and had misspelled tattoos.. “They’d shaped the end just right, good enough to suck” she told me “but her tits were small, nothing like mine”I could feel a hardening of my cock in my trousers listening to her, knowing she must have sucked cock sometime in her life and had to turn away from her as I made the coffee.“When you get to my age there not much chance in seeing a real one now” she said “I might even go back down the street later to see it again” “You can’t do that” I said“It’s the nearest I’ll get to seeing a cock. Their coupling was obscene, not only because of the fact that they were mother and son, but because of the way his dick overly stretched her pink anus. I was afraid it might tear at any moment. What was once a normal sphincter was now a smooth, pink ring devoid of any ridged lines. Thankfully, he paused for a moment, but I know it wasn't out of any concern for my feelings. No . . . he just wanted to prolong my torture. His balls twitched a few times before he sunk his entire cock into her anal. She made tea and snacks and told me that she’ll cook dinner later.I said no need, but she insisted that i had dinner before I left. I said ok. Later when the sun went down, cousins came back inside.They showered, and spent a little time with me before going to bed as they had school the very next day. Mama was at work, and Mami and I were watching TV. We were chatting and watching TV. She asked me about the type of girl I wanted to marry. I told her that I would marry a nice girl while in back.