I like it!’ We laughed at his comment, before he came closer to me and held my hand. ‘How about we head over to your place?’ he asked. I had hop...d he wouldn’t ask to come to my place, my apartment was shitty and it would definitely be a turn off, but I complied and said, ‘Sure’. So, we walked the few miles to the dilapidated projects where I lived. We got there at about one o’clock in the morning, maybe two. He was surprised when we got there, especially when we got to my tiny basement level. Have a seat.’ We did the usual as Betty got coffee. Now, Betty was, as I said, attractive, probably around twenty-eight or so, brunette, dark brown eyes, slender, nice figure, fun to be around, and her friend, Karen, was blond, athletic-looking, deep blue eyes, also slender, tanned and with a very nice pair of boobs, about the same age as Betty. Me, I’m twenty-four. After coffee was brought out, Betty leaned forward and said, ‘Now, Karen, explain your situation to Ron, here.’ ‘Well, the. After shifting himself up straight in the chair, looking away and off into space, Tim seemed disinterested and distant to the interrogator. It was a repeat of the same scene for the last few weeks, and the interrogator was beginning to lose hold of his temper.“I asked you a question.” The interrogator’s anger was now visible as he flexed his fists, waiting for an answer. The prisoner merely glanced at his interrogator, then dismissed his importance by continuing his starry-eyed, non-responsive. He was the perfect size for me.I leaned forward again, kissing and licking my son’s lovely lips and face while pumping his cock with my pussy. Then I arched my back once more and brought by C-cup breasts forward, rubbing them against his face, pushing my hard nipples against his mouth, cheeks, and closed eyes. I had fed him for two years with these breasts, and now they back against his lips years later for a different reason. I sat upright on my son’s cock, using my strong leg muscles to.