Gradually I grew useed to his cock and soon my nose was buried in the blond scruff of his pubes on every downstroke. Faster and faster we went, spit c...vering my face as my boyhood friend fucked my face mercilously. "Oh yeah!" he growled thraotily. "Fuckin' take my dick!" Even if I had wanted to stop, Jason's vice-grip on my head wouldn't have allowed it. Furiously he pounded my head onto his crotch, jarring muffled grunts out of me with every stroke. Drool ran down and matted the course. Mom’s not very steady on her feet as we walk down the hall into the master bedroom. The smell of alcohol is strong on her breath.‘You ok, Mommy?’‘Yes, dear, I’m fine, ‘ you answer as you close the door behind us. ‘Sit on the bed.’ You have my pjs in your hand, but in no rush to pass them to me. Instead, you gaze at my cock, which immediately causes it to harden. I struggle to stop its growth, however as you continue to stare I can’t stop it. I cover it with my hands, but you pull them away. I. Glory, gold and power await those with enough will and fortitude to seek it, even a simple peasant may one day find himself dining on braised Wyvern and cavorting with Sharani concubines.But it is not all rivers of wine and ballads of joy in the realm of Jocasta. Dark and dangerous lurk beneath it's surface. Orc parties are raiding village after village along the Widow's Coast, noblemen poison, scheme and assassinate each other in their eternal game of power with little care for the common. .” she winked, “ ... I’m hunting.”“Wait ... your boyfriend...”“What about him?”“I thought you were upset because he might be doing something.”“I am.”“Now you’re going to do what you THINK he’s going to do,” I said.“That’s him ... this is me.”“I have led a sheltered life.” I moaned.“What?”“Unkissed and barely hugged,” I explained.“You mean...”“Yup ... intact.”“No wonder you have issues.”“Let’s get wet.”We walked by the office ... me in my grannie suit and Angie in her nothings. Art saw us.