How about I licked your pussy instead, and you sang...wait for it…Nick Kershaw’s I Won’t Let The Sun Go Down On Me, only you change the words to...I Will Let My Son Go Down On Me.”“Oh, you’re a bloody genius, son, but I can’t sing to save my life.”“Neither can I but it’s not all about the voice don’t forget.”Mom thought about it. She hadn’t had her pussy licked for weeks, not since the boy’s dad went working away.“So you want to lick your mom’s pussy, do you?”“I think it’ll be a great act, don’t. “I only want to make your dreams come true.”The scent of him filled me with longing. There was something a****listic about it and I realized that while I was shivering, he had been sweating and the smell of his clean sweat was intoxicating. The warmth of his body, even through his clothes, sheltered me from the cold air in the room, but his hands and strong fingers were sending very powerful waves of sensuality through the very core of me as he worked the warming oils into my muscles.He. She couldn’t answer right away ... it was a bit of a shock. Finally, she stuttered, “Rrrrrealy?”Steve gave her a quick discreet squeeze and said, “I’ve wanted you for a very long time. I’ll come through the back gate an hour after the party wraps up.” She nodded and sat down when the dance finished, wet between her legs with anticipation.She was sitting on the back patio in a robe and nursing a glass of bourbon when she heard the gate open and saw a figure approach her. He sat on the loveseat. You can bet there will be pizza.. beer and sex. Sometimes we sit and enjoy the erotic stories on the internet. I read them out loud to my wife while she curls up next to me. She loves the part that inevitability comes in most stories... there always seems to be some description of a well hung guys balls smacking up against an ass. She giggles and asks that I read that part again. She just plain loves the visual that plays out in her head. After we've worked our way through a story or two.