Of course that meant he wasnearing a climax.That was fine with me. I had long been swallowing myown cum and had developed a taste for it, no longerfin...ing it repulsive as I had in my younger years. Ihad determined that the first guy I found to suck who Iadmired and seemed very clean was going to be allowedto cum in my mouth. This guy was the one I decided. Hesmelled clean, tasted clean and on close inspectionappeared clean and well kept. He was not aggressive,but gentle and sweet, rubbing my. The sheriff drove my parents back to the ranch and I drove the tractor back.Later that night, mom came to my room and knocked on the door. “Can we talk?” asked mom.“Okay, what you want to talk about?”“Everything! How long have you been sun bathing at the pond naked? I notice you don’t have any tan lines, so I know today was not the first time you been naked there.”“Since school got out.”“Did you and Bill skinny dip?”“Wait, I thought we were going to talk. Do I get to ask question also?”“Okay,. I growled through my orgasm. My pleasure peaked. I fired the last jolt of jizz into her depths.“Daddy,” she moaned. “Oh, yes, Daddy, that was amazing.”“Uh-huh,” I panted, stroking her thighs. “Love you.”She smiled at me. “I love you, too.”I stared into her eyes. “Are you okay? As much as I liked this, you're not usually so... bold. Is everything fine?”She bit her lip and squirmed.“Let me talk to her,” my wife said. She held out a beckoning hand. “Come on, honey.”Becky bit her lip. Then she. “That fucking bitch!” Harvey gasped. “She stole my boy!”With shaking hands, he fumbled to another picture. This one had Bernadette in it, standing sideways. The camera had caught a man Harvey recognized as the Waggoner boy, handing a decidedly nigger baby to his daughter. Bernadette’s belly was at least seven months swollen.Harvey felt pain in his left arm, and his lungs struggled for air as he dropped that picture to reveal Hilda Mae, also standing sideways, her belly even more grotesquely.