Asking me what was my favorite date night lingerie with a smirk? Did she know about my high heels? My garterbelts!? Reaching out to touch my pants Bet...ie asked me about my homoerotic sexual fantasies. Her embarrassing and kinky way of getting me to confess that I sucked men off. She offered me her panties, slipping them down over her seamed stockings and pushing them in through my zipper, down between my thighs until she captured my growing boner in her gloves. In satin palms, she used her. I tried to call you but I just got your infernal answering machine and I didn’t leave a message. Where are you?”“Oh hell! You don’t know what happened. My friend Bethany, my best friend in the world, almost died in a bad car crash when she was driving home. I’m in Indianapolis. Jen flew here from Chicago.”“Oh my gosh! How’s your friend?”“In bad shape, but recovering. She needs another surgery and a lot of rehab, but it looks like she’ll be OK in the long run.”“I’m glad to hear that. Did Jenny. "Ah God," I gasped as I felt his hardness begin to fill me. It didn't feel anything like a rubber cock. It had a soft hardness, if that makes sense, that was completely different from a dildo. And was he ever hot. Bob's dick felt like a warm rod scudding up my ass, and it was causing sensations like I'd never felt before.Bob quickly established a steady fucking motion in my ass, gripping my hips to pull me back and forth on his rod. I lightly stroked my own nuclear cock just enough to keep it. A head so big, it stretched my mouth.How in the hell did Denise get this monster all the way in? The thought that this was my son’s dick…coupled with the knowledge he was on the phone with his dad…the taboo of the whole situation overcame any thought of physical limitation.The end of his cock was now at the back of my mouth, my thorax slowly spreading as I pulled him further in. The body of his wonderful cock entered my larynx…moving down my throat.I had to breathe, released just enough to let.