"It's such a turn on for me. I love to be talked dirty to and called names. names like slut and whore. I like it when my vagina is called a pussy or c...nt and tits instead of breasts or boobs. The dirtier and nastier the talk is, the better I like it."Your Mom is a bit of a tramp, son. I know I dress nice and I act all classy and ladylike, but that's what it is - an act. Only your father knew the real me... the me I am behind the bedroom doors. The me I am when I let down the act."I listened to. Slowly at first but quickly picking up speed and bringing me close to cumming.She stood up and leaned over me so that her tits hung down and her hard nipples brushed my chest. As she kissed me gently on the lips she let go of my hand and reached down and cupped my balls fondling them.Without warning, I moaned "Uugggg," and I shot my wad, cumming all over her tits and myself.Mom stood up and smiled down at me as I looked up into her swollen wet pussy. She watched me squeeze the last drop of cum. Janie jerked the vibrator out of her dripping pussy and held the squirming phallus in a tight grip for a few seconds before letting it tumble to the floor.We panted, gasped, and jerked as the aftershocks ripped through us. Cum and lube dripped down my twitching shaft, and I could see the glistening puddle between Janie’s legs. I had just about caught my breath when I locked eyes with my flushed-faced love, and we laughed. It was weak, and sometimes broken by particularly sharp jolts of pleasure. "It wasn't nothing, Gabe. If anything, it was something you wanted, but you chickened out at the last second." Well, I left you speechless after I just told you that I'd love to be with you if my dad wasn't in the picture. I think if I told you the idea, it might put a strain on our relationship." If you say so," I said before I licked my lips. 'Could it actually be something sexual? The possibility does turn me on a little bit.'We just looked at each other for a minute in silence."Gabe, I.