"Mmm, very yummy! Almost like my own son"I had picked that folder because the guy looked similar to me, but I didn't think he looked that much like m.... I wasn't nearly as cut and not quite as big. Though I do hold my own at 7"."You've seen your son?" I've seen him coming out of the shower and I've seen him when he's masturbated before".I felt myself turning red with embarrassment. My mom had caught me jacking off? And she didn't say anything?"Does he know you've seen him?" I do now", I. I feel your right hand move from the bed and take up residence in my hair as you fist the soft dark tresses and hold my head still. I know what’s coming and ready my throat for invasion. I feel your hips rise and thrust your cock deep, well past my gag reflex and into my willing throat. As you buck up, my right hand moves from your thigh and cups your heavy sack, rolling your balls gently in my palm. I know how you liked them squeezed just as you’re about to cum and as you ravage my mouth, I. Somewhat savagely. She wants only the strongest of your sperm inside her to fuse with her egg. Basically, when the purpose is breeding, you fuck and fuck hard.” He took a deep breath. “I miss that.”As he concluded, he noticed the effect his little speech was having on me, as my cock was reaching skyward to greet the shower spray.“Well, it certainly looks like your baby maker is getting excited by all this talk of having kids,” he observed. “Or at least the talk of making kids,” he. She didn't mind him looking at them either, he remembered. On one occasion, Lisa had noticed him watching her through the doorway while she was getting dressed, and instead of screaming, she had turned towards him, holding her tits up with both hands so he could get a better look. John had ducked quickly out of sight, but not before he had glimpsed her big, pink nipples and the mischievous smile of delight on her pretty little face. His aunt wasn't any slouch in the looks department either, he.