.. as long as they behaved they'd be safe. All that mattered now was how much she wanted to get fucked, and how badly she needed to taste her son's ji...m... to feel his hot, sticky load dribbling down her throat. She knew it was wrong... that it was incest... yet she had loved being forced to fuck her own son.It had been dirty... so degrading! And she knew Mark had enjoyed it too. She looked up to meet her son's eyes as he worked his cock in and out of her tightly sucking lips. "Oh god..." he. The boys back in Sydney, had suggested to me to go "brazilian", as I had very little body hair anyway, and they liked that I looked more of a virginal twink, hairless and circumcised. It had become obvious that June felt that way too."Turn around for me," she commanded. I felt her eyes fixated on my back, before I felt the soft touch of her hand, touching, then carressing, my bottom. After a few seconds, she took my hand, saying "I've been meaning to make a few suggestions on what you should. I parked off to the side, and was very nervous but went in. The club was dark; there was one runway with a stripper pole but no dancer on it. There were about six guys in the whole club, not counting the bartender. I felt everyone of them staring at me as I stepped inside, and I got more nervous and a little excited. I walked up to the bar, but before I could say anything the bartender who had just looked me over head to toe and seemed to like what he saw said “You here to audition?” He. "For one thing you're only sixteen. For another you don't speak French." "Well that's true" she admitted, "But Barbara took French this year and she got an "A" in it, and don't you want me to be happy? Of course you do Daddy" she said. "That's why you're going to say 'Yes' ... because you love me and want me to be happy." This was a standard ploy of hers. If he loved her and wanted her to be happy, he'd let her do whatever it was she was asking to do, at that moment. It very often worked, but.