“Slut,” I teased.“You bet,” she replied happily. “And I intend to be in fine slut form on Saturday night, so get your strength up.”“Yes ...a'am,” I responded.“That's the attitude. Keep it up,” she complimented me mockingly.“That's what you will be saying to all us men on Saturday night,” I joked. We both laughed.Saturday night rolled around and our four guests arrived on time within minutes of each other. The guys were all casually but smartly dressed, but the women were dressed to kill.Sue was. She right-sized me.”“Come here, Colonel. Tell us your story.”“Ma’am, my voice is as big as I am. I can do that from right here. Everybody can hear me, right?“I learned later that it was Shyloh’s first day. I didn’t know it at the time. I thought she was one of those well-meaning but totally fuckin’… excuse me… I mean, completely useless people who want to help you but really want to just feel good about themselves. She walked up to me, invaded my personal space, looked up at me with those sweet. They will be hurting for days I know). Finally, I quickly remove the rope from your now purple tits.As the blood flows back and you writhe and moan, I remove the gag and pillow and unstrap your legs, lifting them high and positioning my rock hard member at the entrance to your sopping cunt. I can feel the heat on the tip of my cock which. I pause until you look into my eyes with that lustful begging look, then thrust in and fuck you like a crazy person, long hard strokes with my arms hugging. Did I just touch my son’s cock? Did I really slip my hand in his underwear? I was asking these questions to myself. With guilt of doing all this I lay down facing away my son. I closed my eyes and tried to sleep. Suddenly I felt a little movement around me, and I got shocked when I felt Stan lying in my bed. His chest was sticking on my back, and as he moved a little more I felt his hard cock pushing against my ass. I was shocked but didn’t have the courage to turn and look at him. A minute ago.