It might have been an hour, it might only have been ten minutes, but it felt like forever.And all the time I stood there, I was shaking.At first it wa... just with excitement - the thought of someone grabbing me and forcing me down had me wetter than I'd ever been before. I struggled and squirmed against my bonds, and every move I made got me more and more turned on. Once or twice I heard a car in the distance, and went suddenly still, my naked skin prickling against the cold air, my heart. “Yeah ... it’s me.”“You look so different. The hair, the beard. I almost didn’t recognize you.”I shrugged. “It was time for a change, so I started with this,” I said, stroking my trimmed reddish-blonde beard.“It ... it looks ... good on you. The tan, the beard, the pony tail. You look like a biker guy,” she said, still examining me.“Naw, I’d never qualify,” I chuckled. “No tattoos, no piercings, no Harley, and no bitch.”She seemed to be taken aback by the harsh comment despite the fact that I’d. Mmmmmmmmmm very sweet he said. Let’s go into the bedroom where threes a bit more room said my brother. As I got up my skirt was pulled of me, and the other guy Steve fondled my tits. When we got into the bedroom all three of them stripped of and soon there were three stiff cocks in front of me. I sunk down onto my knees and took first Steve’s the Brian’s cock in my mouth, my brother was standing there stroking his cock. Brian lay down on the bed and pulled me on top of him, there’s no easy way. The number and intensity would increase to such a pitch that I wouldn't be able to bear. But some days I do exactly that. I love to be punished by my son.I never knew I loved to be punished and humiliated. I was a single parent. Living with my son. One day I was getting my cunt pounded by the milkman, in return to his favor of giving a few bottles of milk extra for my son, moreover I was horny like goat.My son caught me while I was fucking away with that milkman. He was a strapping fourteen.