Especially the enemas and toys." He blushed."And Mr.Phelps?" I asked."Oh,yeah. He'd come over to the house most days around noon and have coffee with ...ommy. Sometimes He would have me sit in his lap so I could grind my ass against his hard cock. Other times he would make me stand on the kitchen table, pull my pajama bottoms down, and have Mommy spread my buttcheeks. Then he would dip his finger in his coffee cup and fuck my asshole with it while Mommy sucked my dick." Lucky You!" Mark. The other one was climbing into the driver's seat. She heard him fumbling with the keys and cranking the old vehicle. It smelled like oil."What are we gonna do with her?" the front one asked.She felt a hand on her thigh, pushing the hem of her short dress up over her hip."Well, I know what I'm gonna do with her!" he laughed uproarishly and slapped her hard on the ass."Hey, I know!" the front one exclaimed, "Let's call Mike and Joey and have a big party. They'd love her, especially Joey. You. Then she screamed, and I felt her canal clamp down on me.I looked down to see her bright red face as she continued to wail in ecstasy. She held one of her nipples between her finger and thumb, pinching it hard. Her other hand had gathered up the bedclothes, pulling them into a tent that she jerked as waves of orgasm rolled through her. I managed a few more strokes, but I was getting too close, so I buried my cock inside her and just watched her come.Her toes curled and her body thrashed as I. I never thought anything about it until the end of that summer.The last two week session of the summer with my son was just about over. I had bought a little summer place on a lake and William and I were getting in one more day of fishing before I took him home."Dad, do I have to go back to Clifford's?" Don't you want to see your mom?" Well ... yeah. But I don't want to see Clifford," he replied."Why's that William?" He told me I have to call him Dad. He's not my Dad, you are," William said in.