It was not one of the usual brands my wife and I buy, I thought but maybe it had come with something we had bought; us both being electronic junkies.A... week passed and one Saturday while my wife, Amy, was out at some art show she had set up I decided to go through the folder on my computer. First off the sub-folders were from a brand of phone we did not even own. Maybe she had borrowed the card from a friend? There was a folder with movies. I decide to violate my wife's privacy just a bit in the. My own mothers mouth around my cock. This was a dream come true. And my mothers cunt tasted so good I just had to have her come in my mouth. So now I”m just working my hardest to get her to cum. Just Then I feel her tense up and her cum starts to squirt all over my face and in my mouth. Her cum tasted so good I wish I could just make a drink out of that and drink it all day. Yet I still didnt cum so she sits up and turns around now in the cowgirl position she says ” I wanna feel my sons cock in. Jill would soon forget he had ever partaken in anything as messy and unfeminine as baseball. No, HIS Jillie wouldn't be running in sneakers, SHE would be skipping in her dainty high heels. He wouldn't be rounding bases, SHE would be gliding around a dancefloor in the arms of her "boyfriend." He wouldn't be reading comic books, SHE would be invited into the naughty mysteries of teen romance novels. He wouldn't be playing with balls, bats and mits, SHE would be imagining the life of a young. The wait is excruciating, I can feel your breath against my cheek. "Please, please, please." I beg in tiny panted words. "Oh, is there something I can help you with?" The teasing in your voice is agony. My head is spinning. I desperately need to cum. I am teetering on the edge of sanity. Only you can take me to this place. "Would you like me to leave you and let you go back to sleep?" Your voice brings me back to you quickly. "Please Sir, make me cum" I still speak in a whisper. "Cum.".