I'm not on the pill, so let me know when you are about to cum."I pumped my cock in and out slowly at first, thinking now that she said that, I might c...m to quick, and I wanted this to last as long as possible."Oh son that feels good. You can fuck faster now."I then speeded up to a faster speed then held that speed for a few, before speeding up some more, as mom would moan everytime I pushed into her pussy.After a bit I speeded up till I was pumping in and out all most as fast as I could, when. Just dress the fruit up pretty whenever he's here. Wedon't want him imagining he'll ever be allowed to have his tiny dickinside your snatch again." Oh. I get it. If I keep him looking like a princess, we'll have totreat him like one." Right. Not like a gay guy who has fashion sense. I mean, hey, I buymy sport coats and slacks from a place where the whole staff is lightin the loafers. They're cool. But your Miss Cupcake needs to looklike he's sending out signals to the world that he's as. Mustapha was my owner, I carried him in my body all the timeand, to the world, my proud belly sent the message I had been marked ashis territory. I was his property, I belonged and would belong to himforever.For days after the procedure, especially in the morning, Mustapha wouldhold my belly in his arms and wish me good morning with a kiss on mycentre of femininity. This had to remind me every day, at the start of theday, that I was his. Every one of those kisses would send waves of. She is beautiful just like you.”Sharon held John’s hand and looked into his eyes, “How much do you like my mom?”John had no idea where Sharon was going with this line of questioning, “Like her? Sharon, I love her almost as much as I love you. You have a terrific mom.”Sharon phrased her next question as delicately as she could, “Do you think you could be with my mom?”That question made John a little nervous, and he thought he had better clarify if he had understood the question correctly. “What.