Every now and then he’d pick up his guitar to test a few notes that match his lyrics before sitting it back down, scrawling the notes and lyrics dow.... Quietly I lay sprawled out on his sofa, reading a nice little romantic fantasy-fiction. Whenever Ian tested his ideas I would pause on my reading to listen in.‘…With a kiss on the cheek she’ll be down on her knees begging please, baby, please…’ were the lyrics he’d just sang as he strummed the musical instrument.‘What kind of song are you. I did see her sliding her hand up her legs and slowly ease it toward her pussy. Then I saw Mom start to wiggle her finger around at the top of her slit. I was as silent as possible when I sat up and leaned in closer for a better view. Mom never appeared to notice me. Soon Mom was wiggling her body, her nipples got really hard, and she started to pant in quick puffs. She whispered my name and then Mom’s finger went berserk, her body went stiff, and she let out a deep breath of air. Her finger. He gripped my hair on either side of my head and tried his best to shove his cock down my throat. I don't know about anyone else. But I didn't think it was possible. Not until, with a particularly vicious stroke the head of his cock and about an inch of the shaft slid down my throat!I stopped gagging at that point but I began to choke uncontrollably. I was certain I was about to suffocate. I managed a garbled scream when he finally pulled out of my throat. He ignored my suffering and pushed me. I couldn't even come close to getting my hand around it so I began squeezing and stroking it. Finally I got my hand on her nipple and began to roll it between my finger and thumb. She sat back on the couch and tilted her head back and began to pant like she had been running. In this position I had to climb on top of her to keep my mouth on hers. This gave me more room to get my hands on her. I was tired of fumbling under her shirt so I pulled it off of her. She raised her arms to help me get.