Feeling his hand on the back of my head, I knew the hint he was sending. Forcing his hot tool down my throat, I gagged as saliva and pre-cum drooled o...t of the sides of my mouth. He began fucking my mouth with his cock, long deep pelvic thrusts, and his breathing grew heavier. At the same time, out of the corner of my eye, I noticed there was another guy watching us.His cock was out, he was wanking lkke he wanged a medal. My attention snapped back as I felt my stranger grunt, give one last long. I was an emotional wreck, sobbing gently, tears streaming from my eyes, panting, all the while basking in the post-orgasmic glow of a massive climax forced upon me by my own f******n year old son.My chest heaved as I tried to recover my senses and regain my breath. The reality of what I had done hit me, and I was ashamed. Nonetheless, the climax was intense and badly needed. I was now honestly horrified at what I had allowed to occur with My young son.I glanced down at Mark, who still had his. " I ... well, that sounds like a nice idea. What do you think, Chris?" his mother asked.Keri turned her head to her right to see what Chris was going to say and happened to catch his glance, which was on his mother's crotch. He jerked his eyes away quickly, but not before Keri caught it. She smiled to herself as he answered his mother."Oh, I think it would be a great idea," he said, turning to smile at Keri. "Maybe we could do it this weekend?" Right," Keri replied with a grin. "I'll talk to. Why had he thought that? He’d not thought of women since Samantha, and that was over two years ago. He could still see her in his mind’s eye: Tall and slender with blond hair and startling blue eyes. He had met her in Amritser when his company was stationed there. She was the daughter of a wealthy merchant who had a grand home in the hills above the town. She and her mother had journeyed there from England to see her father. To pacify the mother’s dislike of India, her husband had organised.