Stephie had been going steady for more than a year so it was hard to believe. “Joey isn’t very into sex,” she explained. “Sometimes I think he... may actually be gay.” What made this so funny was that Joey was always bragging about his sexual prowess. Jakob held her hands as she lowered onto his erection. She was wet enough so that wasn’t a problem, but when he was in about three inches he met the inevitable barrier. “It’s going to hurt when your hymen breaks, but it will only be a short time. They're far away." Take flying emu?" Not soon. But we're getting a visitor later. A friend of Martha's. He writes ... uh ... stories." Dream stories?" I don't know. We'll have to ask him." 'Kay. You read story now?" Sure. You want to get a book?" 'Kay. Down." I put him down and he toddled into his room. He came back with two books. The Elephant's Child and The Beginning of the Armadillos."That's two, Patrick." Read el'fant. Dillo just in case." In case you can get me to read both?" Yes."I sat. Don’t worry; I am happy for what you were to me and what you are to me now. Oh! My sweet heart, I love you. Are you happy now son?” she asked.My boy! Was I happy? I told her “Amma, I hope you know how happy I am!”She cooed “I know baby, I know” saying so she drew my face to her face and started kissing and I was totally lost in her love. I sort of lost track of time. The feeling of love combined with lust for my mother was so overwhelming and I started moaning “Amma, Amma.”Saying “puttu, puttu”. And I was all for it. He bottomed out inside of me, pressing his muscular frame up against mine, his body radiating with heat. He sat there for a moment, allowing my pussy to accomodate his intruding member. My palms were flat against my trunk, my chest heaving at the sheer size of him spreading apart my walls practically forcing me to cum. I barely kept my composure as he deliberately slid in and out of me with control, toying with me, daring me to plead for more."Oh fuck," was all I could say.