I stood and undressed, he leaned into me and we made out as I stroked his cock with my hands - both hands. As he finished undressing, his body didn't ...match his age. 59, 5.10 maybe 180 but fit, thick, and obviously strong like wood. He sat back down on the sofa and I straddled him. I spit on my hand and lubed my ass, then started to do the same to his cock. His precum was overly abundant and served as more than enough lube. I lowered my ass to where his cock was resting against my tight hole -. “Can I ask you something very serious?”“Of course,” I said. “Always.”“If things don’t improve like my doctor said, would you have a baby with me? I mean before I can’t have one.”If her admission of cancer had been a curveball, this request was out of left field. I’m sure my stunned silence contributed to the tears streaming down Joyce’s face.“Uh,” I stammered, “that’s a pretty big request. Wouldn’t it be risky? I mean to postpone treatment so you could have a baby?”“I don’t know,” she said,. Sharon noticed when she used the cloth to thoroughly clean the boy's cock it thickened a little but didn't get hard. My boy is so tired! She thought as she used the towel to dry his cock and the surrounding pubic hairs.She washed his legs next after a tentative kiss to his just cleaned cock. His legs were hard and well muscled and the half awake Jack enjoyed his mother's hands as they kneaded his firm legs, finally falling asleep.Not wanting to wake him Sharon covered her son with the comforter. I allow myself more time to enjoy the sensation but refrain from touching. My subtle movements my glans is stroked my pants until I begin to physically ache along my prick. Now is the time.I quickly log on to xhamster or flickr and begin my search amongst my favourites. I revel in the images I choose. So many sex minded people with the same tastes as me. I find images of mounds cupped and divided by tight material and let myself imagine the pleasures contained. Almost without realising I am.