"Let the idle bastard fetch his own cigarettes mum."He let out a roar and shot up from the table scattering plates and cutlery all over the floor."You...cheeky little bastard," he roared, "I'm your father, and I'll teach you some fucking respect."I'd had enough, more than enough, I'd lain in bed many a night listening to him rutting; he'd never made love to my mum, it had been more like rape. When I was younger, I'd cowered and watched as he'd beaten her, sometimes with his fists, sometimes his. . his mother, that I am responsible for his current hard on. All that time of thinking about his cock... him jerking off... his cum. I never saw beyond this point... I never thought this through. "Do you need to cum again"? I asked him. "Not yet," he said. "Let's just keep talking." He stood up, took off his pants and asked if I wanted a shower. Here was my 15 year old son standing right in front of his half naked mother with a royal hard-on asking me if I wanted to shower with him. I looked at. She told me she really loved my Harley and would love to ride one, she had never been on a Harley. I’ll trade a ride for a ride I told her, she looked funny and said why would you want to ride in my car, then she blushed again and said oh! I could see the vodka and orange juice now in a cup between her legs and she was starting to loosen up. Hell no one has wanted to ride this in years she said, not even my husband. Well your are either married to a fool or a gay man was my response. She seemed. It was a warm night and the moon was all but gone as I drove you down the country lanes to a place which neither of us had been to before you sat there quietly as my fingers stroked between your legs and I could feel the juice already start to run between them as we drove further and further in to the night. I let you lick them every now and again as you let a small whimper out and I pushed another finger inside you , just then I indicated and pulled in to a dark turning which led to the small.
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