'Daddy, why dont you fuck women'? My question seemed to cause a momentary cessation to his flow of piss, then I could see he was hardening.'I get plea...ure watching' he replied, his eyes glued between my raised thighs which were parted as I touched myself, I was feeling horny and somehow daddy was not daddy, he was just a cock I now desired, and my pussy rubbing showed him I was in the mood.'Do you want to fuck me', I asked him, my hand reaching up and taking hold of him, pulling him into my. She loved how he possessed her with his kisses; he tried to steal her soul with each one and succeeded. He was fascinated by her tits and the sensitive nipples. He spent a lot of time playing and pinching her nipples. Sometimes he bit them just to hear the whimpers of anguish from her sexy mouth.Then on one special night, He placed a collar around her neck and fastened it tightly. He asked if this is what she truly wanted and told her that if she truly accepted the gift of the collar, it would. I took my tongue out and started to lick his hairless balls and then moved up to his hard small thin pulsing cock. I pushed his skin down with my hand and started to lick the hole on the top with my tongue. He started to give jerks to his sexy hips and wanted to sit and hold my head to his cock and push in; but I pushed him back to lying position and started to just lick his cock for some time and then suck his ball totally into my mouth (he had small ball sack) and move on tongue at the. ”Tim squirms some hearing this. He knew his mother could fall into depression. Tim does remember many dark days, and the way the house was did not help things. Tim remembers weekends when he was young that his mother stayed in bed the whole time. At only about twelve, Tim felt he needed to fend for himself. Fixing his own meals, cleaning the house, washing the laundry. But then he remembers, when his mother got like this, Les would come over. Fix him lunch, go up and talk with his.