The room was dark only the night light was on.At 12, woke her up, wished “Happy birthday Ma” and gave her the gift. She loved it and said “Its b...autiful, thank you so very much!”. I said “nothing is more beautiful than you mom!”. She was like “Awe!” and kissed my cheeks. I began to kiss her forehead,cheeks, eyes, nose. And she too did the same. I don’t know whether it was the dim light or the silent night or the “making feel special” drama. Her kisses had too much of love. More than mom-son. Body’s name is Thomas Coffee. Sixteen years old. Blue eyes. Black hair. Driver’s license expires two days short of one year from now. Means Body… Thomas… means Thomas got driver’s license Tuesday. Address, Social, height, weight… and picture of open eyed smiling Thomas. Should stop there. Quiet part tells me to stop. Loud part wants to know more. Screams in shrill tones in head ‘Thumb open wallet and meet Thomas Coffee.’ Three dollars in the fold, gift certificate to skating rink. Letter with. " I counter, getting her on top of me so we can 69. I just love making Cheryl squirm with my mouth and tongue as she slurps on me at the same time. If it were up to me, every session would start off with a 69. In fact, I love it so much that sometimes I could be satisfied with us both coming that way and my cock not even entering her pussy. Fortunately, she knows how much I like it and indulges me in my favorite position often enough, at least as foreplay.This time it's one of those. Megan moaned with excitement. "Suck my cock, Suck it long and hard, andget it wet so I can fuck your tight little ass."I didn't know if I heard her right. I wasn't sure if those words reallyescaped her mouth, but I continued to suck. I didn't really care at thismoment. It was so hot just seeing us on television that I didn't care.Megan pulled the cock away from my mouth and I must have looked like ababy going after a tit. I wanted more."You want more you little slut? You can't get enough of my.