I learned my sex online, feeling so adult, I saw so many men in their differing sizes, and colors, thicknesses and lengths.I chatted for hours, swappe... numbers and started meeting men, mostly older, lonely men in their homes, just to chat and receive gifts, and sometimes on certain occasions, undress and get into bed with them and lie with my bum hard against them.They liked the feel of my soft skin, other times I held them between my thighs and touched them ever so lightly, as if I had one of. He shoved his whole dick into my ass, and I moaned louder. He pulled me up into doggie style position and started fucking me hard. "Oh yeah, oh! You like this fucking big dick in your ass?" Oh yeah Johnny! Mhmmmmm give me that dick!!"He fucked me harder. His balls slapping against me. He slapped my ass and pulled me back, kissing me. "Moan for me." Johnny demanded.I moaned. "Oh fuck yeah Johnny! Fuck me good! Fuck me hard!!"We switched to a different position. He got off the bed. "Wrap your. “Tell me how you really feel, Uncle, um, Dom. Or should I call you dad?”“Dominic or Dom is fine. I don’t expect you to call me dad unless it feels right.”“So, I’m going to go out on a limb here, but Grace told me that she suspects that the neighbor my mother draped herself over at a Fourth of July party is likely Aislyn’s father. Thoughts on that?” Mac asked.“Likely, yes. Even probable. But what does that matter? At least she isn’t mine. I imagine Grace told you I nearly succumbed to Lorraine’s. She smiled over to him knowingly. His mom, it seemed, had stoppedwearing underwear altogether he thought with a smile. His fingertips ranup and down his mothers legs and up to her pink wet slit. She moaned softly when he touched it.Every time his fingers brushed her clitoris she squealed with delight. She should stop him, she knew but didn't have the heart.Oh dear, she thought wryly, What's a poor mother to do? God, here I am carrying on so, like a teenager andin front of her own son! Ok.