If she has a child, it should be a guy around our ages.”Mom was squeezing my hands which were, in turn, squeezing her tits. The guys seemed to be pa...ing close attention to my mother and me.“What about Mrs. Fairchild from down the street,” she asked.Jimmy answered before anyone else could. “She’s too ugly.” No son spoke up for the neighbour lady. Mom had no other suggestions to offer. Releasing my grip on Mom’s tits, I suggested we go in and ask all the mothers.In the kitchen, I suggested we all. Pinocchio set up his chant again, and Marna wiggled on top of him in ecstasy. Her daughter's fingers probed violently at her own sex."Hurry up, Mamma," moaned the girl. "I ache to have him in me again."This time, when Pinocchio spurted, the wood nymph in Marna's belly grew to three times his original size, and suddenly, her belly protruded as if she were eight months along. Her hands had been resting on that belly, and she felt it swell as she had an orgasm.She was pushed off by her daughter,. But not this time. She grabbed a handful of my hair, pulled my head backso that she could stick her face into mine. I wasstunned by her outburst.‘Get the fuck off me! And get that shrivelled up shrimpdick out of me!’ Stunned, I rolled off her.‘Whaaa! What’s up Hunny?’‘You! It’s you what’s up! You have stolen a year of mylife. Twelve months wasted on your pathetic attempt atlove making. No! Not love making, just selfish sex.’‘But.. but. His tool was hot. It smelled like sex. It felt heavy as it rested on my wet and eager lips. I tasted the tip, trying to consume its thick and oozy coating of precum. It felt like nectar to me. His manly shaft was like demigods sword - I had to be as close as humanly possible to its might. I felt his powerful hands on my face, my ears and in my hair. It felt as if his touch lit my body on fire. Master tightly gripped my head and started fucking my face. I dreamed of this moment for weeks. I was.