"Yes." Paul's mother said as he picked out a red sleeveless V neckshirt and black pants off the rack and moved toward the changingroom. "My son needs ... new pair of shoes and stockings." "Son?" The man said as he looked at how Paul was dressed. "Oh,yes. The customer is always right. This way please." Soon Paul had on a new top, pair of shorts, and a new pair of heels."How's the size and comfort?" The manager asked as Paul saw hismother step out and showed him her new outfit. "Just the right. The other girl looked to be seven or eight years old. "What is your name, Honey?" I asked."I'm Mary Crank, and I'm eight years old," she said."I suppose it'd make you mad if I called you Cranky, wouldn't it?"She giggled and said, "I don't think it'd make me mad, but most people call me Mary." How about I call you Mary most of the time, but once in a while I may throw in a Cranky?"She giggled again and said, "That'd be okay." Who might you be, young man?" I asked, looking at the youngest. “Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Lilith screams around the cock in her mouth as Steve fucks her. “That’s it, I’m gonna cum, keep going, keep going...” Her words tumble over each other and then disappear as she screams her orgasm, sucking hard on Joseph. He leans over her head, shoving his cock deep into her throat as Steve pounds her once more and then shoots his cum deep into her pussy, moaning long and hard as he does. He collapses on her chest, his cock giving its final twitches as the last bits of cum. Before he could get to me I was on my knees and reaching for his monster of a cock. I watched as he aimed it at me. I had my mouth wide open waiting. I woke chocking on my own saliva. Later I thought I was seeing my sons’ body but Roy’s cock. So which was I really thinking about? Over the next week or more I got to thinking about my son. Then I had a most unexpected surprise. I was doing the laundry one afternoon when I walked into ajay ’s room with out thinking. He was home and asleep on his.