Don't bed me, please, Son." Ma, you know I don't like it when you dither. If you don't take that off, I'll lift your skirts and give you the fuck like...a whore."How did my son know of whores? Grandpa Regis often said the word. Maybe he had known whores. Maybe he told Hory about them. I pulled my arms out of their sleeves and let the top fall to my waist. I did get raise up on my knees, nipples facing my boy, to push the skirt half over my bottom. Stretch marks traveled like roads across my. To top it all off, she was a foot shorter than you, making doing as you pleased with her that much easier.Currently, you were staring at said body, as if getting acquainted with it for the first time all over again."Babe? Hello...?" She snapped her fingers in your face, trying to get you to focus. It was hard when she was wearing the tightest tank top and pair of yoga pants she couls find.Remembering that your fight was in just a few minutes, you glanced around the locker room and then back at. He had hidden beside his bed while she walked to her bedroom at the end of the hallway they shared, and then he heard running water filling the tub in her bath. He lay in the crevice between his bed and the wall for the longest, giving her time to bathe, and, when he thought the coast was clear, he crept out and snuck down the hall toward her room. Her door was ajar and he could feel the hair on the back of his neck rising in anticipation at the prospect of catching a glimpse of her in her. Wouldn't blow him on a bet. She used to, until the day after their first wedding anniversary, when she announced that she found sucking cock to be horribly disgusting, that the last two years she spent trying to get to like it, for his sake, but she just couldn't keep on doing it anymore because it always make her puke afterwards.He was tickled to death to hear that I like to be face fucked. He had always fantasized about fucking a mouth and he took to it like a cowboy to a horse. I'd been.