I've been dreaming of this for so long" Then my blowjob will haunt your dreams forever".You're smiling, easing my erect cock out of the boxer. You rub...my pole, making yourself familiar with its width, its length, its hot throbbing pulse."Nice shaft, Ian" All yours dear"You put it all in your mouth in one move, making me gasp. At first, you only use your tongue to make me feel good... Then you lock eyes with me, and start sucking. Fast, and strong. It's out of this world. The energy and care. So I was lying on my back watching my 15yo sister perform my first blowjob and couldn't believe it. This was now more than wrong, it was a sin. it was sick, but as I was thinking those things I felt that I can't take this anymore, and was going to erupt harder than ever before. Without thinking I did something quite brutal. With both of my hands on my sister's head I forced her with all of my strength down on my cock, it went inches more than she had taken before, she was gagging and waving. That went onto a plate for Dad, who didn'tcare, or at least he pretended not to. His second try was better, andRicky managed to get one cooked that was fine on one side, and juststarted to darken on the other. He decided to eat it. He had to agreewith Dad ... they did taste better than boiled wieners, even if thestove was a more civilized place to make food.Ricky only ate one hotdog. The younger boys and Mom had two each, andDad ate three ... one he cooked and two burnt ones. Mark didn't. He called Laura yesterday and broke off their affair and did not involve me or use me as the reason he was ending it.I got three more calls from my son during the week. One to find out where his favorite shirt was and two, ‘Hey Babe, want to talk?’ I told him where his favorite shirt was and hung up on him twice. Although I still laughed when he called.It was a little after 11:00 p.m. on the next Saturday night when my phone buzzed. ’Who the hell is calling this time of night?’ “John?”“Hey Mom,.