Now my dick, hard as iron, gave her a full salute. She ran her soft hands all over my shaft and caressed it. “uuuummmm what a fine and delicious coc...k my handsome son has. So hard! Exactly what mommy likes honey!”“You like it mom? How was dad’s penis?” I wanted to know.“Well the length is almost same. Even was a fine 7 incher just like you. But this girth, oh my god! That’s where your dad is far behind you. I can’t even put my grip. And his hard on was never so Hard. But this .. ummmmm” She put. She was somewhat thankful that no one else was climbing into the backseat to rape her. Struggling to sit up she felt a wave of nausea as the overpowering stench burned her nostrils. A torrent of discolored slime poured from between her legs further wetting the seat below. Holding onto the front seat she pulled herself upright and tried to steady herself. Her stomach was queasy.She was somewhat thankful that she didn’t remember everything they did to her. Like being in a dark cave she had random. "After it happened, we had a very long talk. And then we left on awkward terms. I'd spent time with her sister, I'd gone out with Amanda a number of times, and Miranda and I hadn't spoken in almost three weeks. Until one night when she called.We talked for a half hour. She invited me over. I went to her house. It was empty except for her. And no discussion of what'd happened before. I asked. She didn't give an answer. She just avoided it. And then it happened. Again.Miranda and I ended up in. He had to stretch the waistband to slide them over his cock. His eyes never left the shoe as it sat, waiting on the ground before him.He crawled on his hands and knees towards the shoe, his coat trailing on the ground as his cock swung between his legs. He lowered himself onto the shoe, his balls and cock fitting snugly inside the blue suede shoe.“Oh yes, darling,” he groaned as he began to move his hips.His thrusts became faster. He was oblivious to the people who had stopped and stared at.