... the feeling of a man's prick getting hard again. It would probably be difficult for anyone except another woman to understand how powerfu...ly excited it made me feel to know that I had my own son's cock swelling in my mouth at the simple touch of my tongue. "I want to fuck you, Mom," Matt whispered. I hated to let his cock slip from my mouth for even so much as a fraction of a second, but I knew that he wanted to hear me say it. "I want it too, son," I told. Consent classes, graphic news stories, harassment panics, extreme TV and virtual reality, a confused miasma of cultural expression that from one minute to the next, couldn’t decide its own intent. At once, it expressed itself in an elaborate edifice of terror and deterrence, yet, at the same time, secretly, through subterranean blood, it cultivated an attraction, a desire, an inexorable, seductive melody that had begun to lead Michelle outside the constraints of what she’d come to view as a. “Mistress… I can’t thank you enough…”“Come get on your knees before I change my mind about rewarding you.”He didn’t hesitate. He nearly broke his kneecaps from dropping to the floor as fast as he did, his eyes lowered but his cock high and proud. He could feel her gaze boring into him as he kneeled before her, bending down until his face was level with her divine feet. He stopped for a moment to admire the shoes - then his lips touched the top of one, where her toes were hidden, and shivered at. “I can feel you dripping out of me… Where’s that towel you had?”Kirk happened to be kneeling on it, so he handed her the towel from the floor. “Thank you,” she said, as she pushed him up off of her, and his dick popped out of her vagina with a slurp. She used the towel to soak up their combined juices dripping out of her now empty snatch. “Wow! There’s so much! You must’ve shot a gallon of cum inside of me!” she laughed.Kirk just rolled over onto his back on the couch, eyes closed, hands over.