I ran downstairs, closed and locked the front door and headed for the car. My son was already in the seat. I sat down on his lap and swung my legs int...o the car. I looked down and notice my dress barely covered my thighs. It rode up pretty high. My son was wearing baggy shorts and a t-shirt. I closed the car door. I was glad I was wearing this dress. I could feel the back of my bare legs on my son's bare legs. "How are you doing?" I asked my son."Fine, mom, you really don't weigh anything. No. When he unzipped his jeans and pulled his cock out I immediately locked my eyes on his rock hard cock. I was soon behind him, pulling my much smaller penis out and stoking it fast and getting real hard.I came over closer to Lynn as he stop stroking and laid his cock on the Peter Meter….WOW he was almost 7” (For large girls and small cattle, it said) he was so long as well as nice and thick at the head. My eyes was so fixated on him….. he handed the meter to me I laid it under my dick….. barely. I lay on my face. I groaned and pushed myself up, struggling to gather myself. The ground shook. The tarasque roared. It rushed at me, chasing me through the dust. The sand washed over me, throwing me onto my back.I couldn’t see it at all. I could hear it. Fire burst around me, flinging me to my feet. A shadow swirled to my left. The monster. I ran as it chased me. I had no idea where my brother was in this mess. How could I protect him if I was lost in the dust being chased by this monster?The. My eyes keep straying towards you. You magnetise me, your eyes never moving away from me, and all I really want to do is grab you by the hands and whisk you away down the nearest dark alley, but the thought of my favourite lips wrapped around a hot young cock keeps me focussed on the job. Then out of the corner of my eye I spot another pair of eyes on me. I glance over and fix my stare on this stranger. He is only about 21 or 22, and he has a pretty, boyish face. Slender, and probably around.