Slowly she pumped her head up and down, her tongue massaging all around his sensitive organ. Her hand was massaging and gently squeezing his balls .�...�Oh, Fuck, Callie. I’m cumming.”Her head came up and he felt the cold air on his cock.“Oh no you’re not,” she said. “I’ll eat it later. First time you cum in me it’s going to be in my belly.”Callie rolled back onto her seat and lowered it to a reclining position. She wriggled her skirt right up to her waist and spread her legs.“Come on, Dad. . "Finished with my shirt, I put the couch cushions back in place and then stood up and stared at her. "Are you trying to discourage me?"She crossed her arms under her breasts. "No, I'm simply pointing out possible complications," she said and looked over the room. "And it looks like you didn't use any equipment." She looked at me again. "Except what you brought."I turned and picked up the bottle of oil we had nearly emptied. "There's this."She walked over to me and took it. "Simple olive oil.. .."Honestly, that suggestion hadn't even occurred to me. "I don't think they mean sex, honey! I mean...they're like us. They've never been with anyone but each other. They like to flirt online with us, just like we do with them, but I don't think they actually mean we should all have sex with each other...do they?" I...I don't know," she said, nervously. "I mean, I like them both. They seem like so much fun, and I'm sure we'd all have a blast together. But hopping in bed together?" We don't. There is that obvious hunger again. The child has no chance here.My son's hands fumble with the middle clasp of my bra, nearly tearing the expensive material in his haste. "I always dreamed of this moment, mother."Which? The moment that he would seduce me before even his own father was cold? "I knew you would come to me eventually, Tony." Not completely true. I had hoped my son would somehow be different from every other man in my life, all of whom I saw as hard lessons learned.Now my small.