"Stay still or you will be sorry,” she said angrily. "But..", I tried to say something and got another stinging slap on the butt. "Shut up,” she s...id.By now she had walked through the hall way and kitchen. She opened the patio door and walked out to the backyard. I saw Ben sitting in a lawn chair his face still showing bruises from yesterday. "Who is it, Lauren?" Ben asked as she walked toward him. "It’s me, Ben,” I said. "Oh it’s you Jerry, I thought Rick and company came down for more pain,”. He’s rock hard. The veins of his dick pulsate. I resist the urge to take it into my mouth; I’m not here to submit, not this time.“So… I will take this plug off… but only to substitute it.” I caress his bottom to relax him and pull on the base that sticks out. His body doesn’t resist. He must’ve been doing it many times on his own, that curious little thing!“’Full,’ you said,” I tease as I open the drawer where I keep my inflatable toys. I bring out one of my best-loved plugs. It’s already. ‘She got down beside me and we took turns,’ she said. Mike groaned. ‘Fuck, I wish I had that…’ Jennifer jacked him and rubbed him on her face. ‘You want your Aunt Carol, here, too?’ she asked. ‘Yes… What? No… I… Fuck… I can’t think right now, mom!’ Laughing, his mother went back down on his cock, throating him. ‘Oh, fuck! I’m gonna come, mom!’ Pulling back, Jennifer locked her lips around her son’s cock at the head. Crying out, Mike shot off, his sweet come spraying and filling his mother’s. Some older guys say they do, and that they are just as energetic. I wouldn’t know. I’ve never been with a man over 32. For real. I just don’t get all hot and sweaty with a guy my age. Don’t know why, I just don’t. I don’t have father issues. I have a great dad. He’s all daddy-like. Big, and manly. Good provider, stable, dependable and all. Sooo, (weirdness) let’s get off that subject because we were talking about howI like to phuck. Phew! I need a new paragraph. I didn’t always have this big.