This realization seemed to intensify to whole thing.“I can’t believe this either Mom.”I glanced up at him, smiled nervously again and gave his c...ck a gentle squeeze.“I know.” Up & down—Up & down… “I had no idea that…Well…I just had no idea.”“It’s so thick.” I cooed. “So big and…” I softly trailed off, as if someone might hear me saying such things to my son.I found myself wondering if he’d found a girl who would do this to him. I wondered if he’d found one that could handle it; knew what to do. Slowly, inch after inch of Clyda's tremendous cock began to plunge down Jordan's throat. Jordan relaxed, and Clyda's cock went deeper and deeper. The pill had worked its' magic on Jordan, and her throat was able to accept more of Clyda's cockmeat than Jordan would have thought was humanly possible. "That's it, love," purred Clyda, "you're doing sensational. Please don't stop." Clyda gently thrust her hips forward, and several more inches slowly forced their way down Jordan's throat. Jordan. Simon would admit that he was not in peak physical shape--it was too easy to avoid the gym in the cold weather--but Ron looked soft. He has a weak chin, too, Simon thought. And beady little eyes. Simon managed to control his annoyance when Ron walked in and threw himself down on the couch as though he'd been coming there for ages. In truth, he'd only been there a couple of times, though not when Simon was around. He could at least wait for an invitation, thought Simon. "Got a beer?" Ron asked.. The apologetic owl released her with a quick retraction of his long, sharp claws."I am so sorry, little chipmunk. My eyesight is not what it used to be and I am very hungry."Chatty felt sorry for the old fellow because it was obvious he had good intentions."Listen, Mr. Owl. You can sit up in the oak tree right behind the barn and you will find oodles of little mice just looking to meet up with a nice owl like you."The owl was most appreciative of the advice and realized the little female.