Me: Mum, are you ok?Mum: Yes, why?Me: You’ve been very quiet, distant lately, so I wanted to know if you are ok after you know what.She sighed.Mum: ...es, I’ve been meaning to talk to you about that but did not know how to bring this up. We should not have done that, you are my son. I touched you, you touched me and that should not have ever happened.Me: There is nothing for you to feel guilty about, you were only helping me, your son. It was not with anyone else. If you had not done that I would. He lapped at my thighs as though they were honeycomb, edging ever closer to my dripping little hole. I was impatient, as always, but allowed him ample time to demonstrate his skill. When he finally parted my lips I found that he had skill indeed. Finding all my points of pleasure, Oltos paid them each the attentions they were due. He ran his glistening tongue all the way around my lips and plunged it in to my inner depths as far as it could go. The caress of his cool tongue against my hot flesh. ‘I told you I wasn’t ordinary?’ she laughed. ‘It’s certainly beautiful….and you’re happy for me to drive.’ ‘Of course. I know you’ll take care of it.’ ‘That I will.’ They toured down the Nepean Highway with the top down but the windows up, on a remarkably sunny day for May. Josh smiled as he enjoyed driving and Noella kept the music flow from the sound system. Just before Dromana they turned off, taking the road to Red Hill and the Mercedes showed its true credentials as it swept easily around. Paul continued. "She likes to please. You can cum anywhere you want. Personally, I like to finish over her face. What about you?"The stranger grunted and pulled his cock out of my mouth and climbed on top of me. He was fat and smelled of stale sweat and his weight pinned me down to the bed."Oh yes, fuck me! Fuck me with that fat cock of yours." I begged him. The smell of sweat was overpowering, making my head spin. I was visualizing some gross old truck driver, someone really rough and.