"And neither is that! Why on earth would I suck your dick? You're not very used to conversing with ladies are you?" He pulled my head towards his thro...bing cock. I tried a different tack. "You're a very trusting man," I said. "Sticking your cock in my mouth, if you're not sure I'm willing. I might just bite down on it." He hesitated. "Yes," I continued, "Worth thinking about." He stood there, looking down at me. He cleared his throat. "Would you? Would you suck my dick?" It was laughable, the. He looked over at me with look to say he was enjoying what he was hearing but he wasn’t sure what to do about it. I gave him a thumbs up and grinned and he started grinning ear to ear. Breakfast was over and Jerry and I cleaned up while the sisters continued their banter. Once everything was cleaned and put away, I interrupted the girls and said I hated to break up their fun, but Ginger and I needed to go to the store to pick up some food to take with us in the morning as I had to start. We all jerk our meat, but Pearson always got caught.I remember Mother making Pearson step up to the Formica counter. We always had to wear plaid sweaters, and shirts and ties, unless we were getting ready for a sporting event. ?Take out your penis, Pearson? Mother would order in her gravelly voice. She was quite beautiful, Mother—long red hair tied up in a bun, and full sturdy breasts?she wore these high-necked dresses, but you could still tell how beautiful she was—but she was strict and. You feel each throb, each pulse, each spurt as your balls empty into his thirsty mouth. You feel him almost gag and that turns you on even more and you jam your cock in deeper. You lay back on your bed, spent and exhausted and can barely move. You just lay there and watch as he lifts up off your limp spent dick and licks the cum off of his lips and smiles. He slowly comes to your face and leans over and kisses you as a lover would. He opens his mouth and slowly releases your own cum into your.