It just fits, you know,” Mom told me while stroking my dick and touching my face.“Mom ... I need to pee,” I warned her, but she winked at me and...knelt to open her mouth wide.“Do it. Piss down my throat ... I’ll swallow it all, I promise you!” Mom assured me and I couldn’t stop myself from doing so.I whizzed down my own mother’s gullet, watching in utter shock as she gulped down every last fucking drop of my piss ... her son’s piss. She rose for a moment, ran to the john, turned on the faucet,. Next thing I knew she was pulling off her shirt and her breasts sprang free. She let her panties fall to the floor. Then she pulls her finger out of her pussy and sticks it in my mouth. “How do I taste,” she giggled. I couldn”t answer with her finger in my mouth, but it did taste great. I sucked her pussy coating off her finger in no time. I felt her other hand grip my cock. I told myself I should stop this right now, but it felt so good. Now I need to taste you,” Megan said. She got down on. Mother, as she had done in the store, thoroughly enjoyed making sure mystrapless bra was in just the right position to make the strapless,sunflower yellow, with white polka dots, sundress, which she zipped upfor me, a stunning statement of womanly fulfillment or distressed malehumiliation. While it was indeed the former, she loved that, for me, itwas the later. She pointed out to Father that the white patent 4 inchpumps just made the ensemble.Now the fashion show was over and I was to prepare. Images of his giant cock pumping deep in a real pussy surfaced out of the blue, making me squirm at the fantasy.''Push it deeper,'' I ordered and his strong hips surged forward, impaling his shaft to the hilt.A tinge of pain made me tense, expecting him to pull back and thrust again, but he never did. My ass muscles massaged the invading manhood until I relaxed enough for him to continue.Martin stroked my thighs while my ankles remained wedged over his shoulders. He was gentle but the hard cock.