As he licked it, my itching increased.“Aaaaaahhhhhh… uncle… uncleeeeee”“Not uncle, dad”, he said and stuffed his big cock inside me. I gas...ped and arched. He started fucking me slowly. I moaned.“How am I?”, he remarked.“Uncle”, I replied naughtily.He increased his speed. He was now fucking me faster.“yes… yes…”, I moaned.“Who is your daddy now”, he exclaimed.“You are… you are… ah… ah…”, I replied.“Call me daddy… call me daddy, beti”, he said.“Fuck me daddy… fuck your whore daughter… ah… fuck. “Mom!” he gasped.The shock struck me. The embarrassment. Just as I started yanking shut his door, I heard a woman moan from his phone, “Fuck your step-mother hard, son!”I yanked the door closed and stumbled back, my entire body burning with embarrassment. I hit the wall behind me, panting. My large breasts rose and fell in the sports bra I wore beneath my sweatshirt. I shuddered, rubbing sweaty palms on my purple sweatpants.The sight of my son's cumming cock was burned into my mind. His right. Hot sweet tea. Michelle explained that her mother diedwhen she was ten. Tommy had tried to palm him off with relations. Sincehis mother was an only child it was difficult. The will also stipulatedthat Micheal was the sole owner of the house until eighteen. Then thehouse would be split between the two. His mother had intended this soMicheal would be raised by his stepfather, in the house he grew up in,then they would sell the house an both have some money.Michelle moved out at eighteen to go to. He bent me over the table and gently pressed his cock against my pussy. Slowly he entered me. I tried to relax as best I could, but it still hurt. He pumped me slowly, holding my hips as he did so. I felt my pussy stretch, as he slid deeper inside me. I gasped from the pain.“I’m being as gentle as I can,” he whispered as his body rocked slowly. It hurt, but now it was starting to feel like a good hurt. He pumped a bit faster and I responded with soft moans.“Am I hurting you?” he asked, sensing.