If you enjoyed my memories and wish me to write more, which includes my son, please let me know in the comments and click the thumbs up.After a sorori...y sister invited me for a week-long out-of-town spring getaway to her home, we discovered over coffee that both our sons were soon graduating high school. One late afternoon over martinis, she disclosed that in preparation for college, with her son’s blossoming sexuality, they had engaged as a learning experience in oral, vaginal and even anal. And the more I did it, the more the pain faded away until I actually began to enjoy the process. My own dick had softened at the pain of his initial entry, but with every stroke of his giant penis up into my guts, I liked it more and I began to notice a very pleasurable feeling as my newly hardened cock rubbed up against the black leather of his jacket.Up and down, up and down, I made his cock go in and out, in and out, and after a few dozen strokes, I saw the pas­sion building in him. His. The world fell away underneath me. Roller coaster. Pick your clich?whatever it was, it happened to me. Then she took my hand away from her lovely breast, and leaned forward, and kissed me on the mouth. It was the same kiss she used to give me as a ten-year old, the same kiss, but different this time. This was an adult kiss, this was an open-mouth kiss. A gentle, open-mouth kiss. A slight-touch-of-the-tongue kiss, that made me hunger for more, that allowed me to smell and to taste her sweet. John nodded sheepishly.“But was it?” his father raised an eyebrow. John realised, not for the first time, how perceptive he was.“No Dad, it wasn’t.” He went on to describe the invitations and apologies, all choreographed by Carol, and finally the evening with Jessica.“Got to admire her,” his dad said, sitting back with a gentle smile. John nodded, but his brow was furrowed.“I just find her response when she thought I was guilty, vicious and violent. I mean not even letting me know what I was.