I called her for directions. She guided me to her house. I reached and parked the bike outside her house. I went and rang the bell. The door flung ope... and there she was in a white v neck tee giving away very little visibility to her cleavage. I greeted her with flowers i had bought and went inside. She closed the door behind me and then showed me place to sit. Rather she asked me to make myself comfortable. There were no chairs around and only bed was there on which i have positioned myself on. “Oh fuck” Ann squealed and then begged Frank to push harder. Inch by inch he worked it into her willing body all the time stroking it as well. Ann’s eyes were closed, her mouth open as she breathed heavily. Just then the horse threw back its head and grunted as he filled Ann to overflowing with his orgasm. She squealed again and moaned loudly. “Oh my God that is amazing” she yelled as Frank slowly withdrew the horse’s cock from her gushing pussy. “Quick move the bench” shouted Ann as she got. I was not prepared for what I was about to see, but since then, my whole outlook about my father has changed! I had always thought him handsome. My girlfriends were jealous of how attractive he was and teased me with how they had wanted to fuck him. He was quite attractive. He was tall, about 6'0 and well built. His back and shoulders were broad and muscular from years of working out. His legs and stomach were lean and solid from running daily. Daddy had a full head of hair that was still. Jeremy had been right, or at least the Dr. and his research had been. Not one of the mothers treated their sons like his mother treated him, not one. They didn't even come close. Now he could see his mother was far more affectionate to him, then the mothers he watched that Saturday. None of them touched their sons like his mother touched him, and they even seemed to keep their distance with their sons. He sat and thought about this for some time before going home, and came to the conclusion.