"Now let's peek in the Smith-Keli?i home. It's poker night for thesoftball team. The two sissies rush around the living room setting up abuffet and ...tocking the bar and such. "It's dinner time for the sissies,they need to eat before the guests arrive, because they are in for a longnight of service." In the kitchen, Mistress Smith is shaking a bag ofsissy chow. Dry nuggets that look like dog food, but made for humans.I've had it. It's pretty much like bitter cardboard. The food is. While keeping a hand on one breast she threw off her shirt and let herown breasts out of their confinement. Arms wrapped around me and shepushed her breasts against my breasts. While I was trying to process allof this, she leaned in, and kissed me some more.As our encounter became more and more intimate, I realized that weweren't having sex. No - we were consummating our love. The symphony ofsensations and feelings was something beautiful, and something special.It was something that could only. The waitress checked back on them to see if they needed more appetizers. They selected a Thai inspired shrimp dish. Dorrien changed his drink to beer – opting for a Sapporo. Nate had never tried one of those and decided on the same. The beverages arrived very quickly. Once the shrimp came, they re-upped on the beer and decided to get some duck-fat fries. After pretty much decimating the food, Nate said, “Are you ready for part two of the evening?”“Sure! Just let me use the restroom,” Dorrien. Mom couldn’t resist me any longer and finally gave in to her pleasure and started moaning out sounds of enjoyment. “Ahhh… I can’t take it anymore. I really want you so bad. Fuck me harder, I am so horny.” Mom screamed.I slow down my thrust and asked her “Do you really want your son to fuck you, mom? It is so wrong, isn’t it?”“Please don’t stop fucking me! I want you to fuck me, son. I know it is wrong, but your dick feels so right inside of me. Fuck me, son, please…!” Mom demanded. I begin.