You're name is Freddie..." I said stupidly."Yeah, short for Fredericka."I was speechless. "I'm sorry; did Judy tell you I was a guy?" Well..." I searc...ed my memory..."No, she really didn't. She just said her friend Freddie." Ahhh...and you assumed right?" Well...yes...I mean...I'm not...well...” God, I'm a friggin journalist and I couldn't think of a WORD to say. I'm a pathetic excuse for an English major, ex English teacher, journalist, let me tell you.She laughed. "Well nothing has to happen,. Well, are you guys in? This might be our last Marcie show."Stomper, the ex-biker and third partner in their speed shop business, said, "I don't know, Luther, we're talking major hard time if this don't go down like you plan." It'll go perfect. If it don't, look at it this way, we'll do twenty years, tops, but it'll take twenty to relive this upcoming week. Twenty years of kicking back, living off the state, thinking back on the best sex we ever had. Besides, when we get through with them,. Maybe out of concern, possibly from curiosity, she very quietly turned the knob and cracked open her young son's door.Her eyes grew wide at the sight before her eyes. There was Eric, her 14 year old son, laying on his bed completely naked. His legs were spread, knees up, feet flat on the bed. One hand gripped his boyhood, the other cupping his large smooth balls. Her jaw dropped as she took it all in, practically licking her lips at the tight, smooth, veiny skin surrounding her shaft. But it. Then he picks his pace up, and grunts with each thrust.He continues to stroking my cock with one hand while fucking my ass deep and hard.We both moan, but my moans sounded like squeals of delight.With his hand around my hard wet cock, jerking me off, and his cock deep in my ass; I was made to take it like a little bitch and enjoy it.“Oh god, I’m cumming bitch, cum with me.” He orders.“Oh god.” I scream out as I spew cum on my mattress.He just keeps fucking me, I feel awesome; and he grunts load.