Then he gets back in and we head home, at last.The road’s pretty empty, and maybe I get it up a little fast, but anyhow the next thing I know there ...re those familiar flashing blue lights in my mirror. Shit, I haven’t had a ticket in forever, but I guess my winning streak has come to an end.Hugo’s been half dozing in the passenger seat, he spent most of the day in the garden and I guess he’s tired. As I slow down to pull off he sits up and looks around.“Why do we stop?” he asks, seeing that. I had to know.Gene was having the same problems with his bathing suit that I washaving with mine.His monster, and I can truly call it that, since it out-sized and out-lengthed and out-girthed and out-manned mine in every respect, was alsosticking out of his speedos. Up and to the left, same as me.But that was the only aspect that was ?same as me?. In every other way,we were worlds apart.His cock was huge. Compared to mine. Compared to the average man.Hell, compared to large four-legged. "Son-of-a-bitch!" she gasped, swing at his well-hung hard-on. "Look at the size of that prick! How the fuckin' hell did you take that much meat up your tight, little cunt? Didn't he rip you apart?"Gerta felt giddy. "Want to chicken out?" No fuckin' way! If you can take that much cock, so can I!"Rachel walked over to the naked Frankie, who had been standing in the doorway chuckling at the horny redhead, all feelings of his earlier embarrassment erased from his face.Rachel stood on her toes,. Or why I was even having them to be perfectly honest about it.Everyone talks about how they've stumbled into their parents dressing, or rather undressing by accident. Maybe I did when I was younger, but the truth was, if I had, I didn't honestly recall or remember it. Obviously, that memory or image wasn't one important enough for my recall files to be locked away for future perusal. But that all changed after I began to look at my mother in a different light, especially when I came home one.