It must not be published on any pay-site or used in any publication for profit, without the author’s written approval. The file may be reposted to N...wsgroups, but must not be changed in any way, must be posted in its entirety and must contain the original author’s name in full. GENERAL – All names are fictitious and do not intentionally relate to any person, either living or dead. All comments and constructive suggestions may be directed to me via the COMMENT tab on my profile. Chapter 01 –. My mother rose from the table and went into the living room. After overcoming no little worry about my mom, I followed her.She removed everything from the keyboard cover and folded it back, exposing yellowed and black faux ivory. Then she lifted the lid on the bench seat and produced an even older looking sheet of music from the bench's contents. I didn't have to look at the sheet to know what it said. I was a kid and peeked into the bench seat regularly. That music was titled, 'The Merry-Widow. My hands find your breasts and your hands circle my ass urging me to pump my cock in and out between your open lips. In no time I am rock hard and totally ready. I love the feel of your mouth but I want to be inside of you and connected as only man and woman can. We move to the center of the hard oak table and I get between your legs to mount you. I feel your small tender hands on my waist as you urge me forward. You want this as much as I do. You are so wet that I slip all the way to the hilt. ”“Fucking eat it,” I said. “Have your way with it.”Chad shoved his face in my crack, and he started eating away. I couldn’t tell what he was doing with his lips, exactly, or his tongue. All I knew was that it felt great in my crack.I just closed my eyes and arched my neck. “Oh fuck,” I said, “yeah, keep doing that....”Chad had his mouth full, so he didn’t answer. He just kept servicing me as if his life depended on it.I lowered my voice to a whisper. “How does it taste?”Chad moved his.