The last things I was wearing were a pair of heels and a tiny g-black string. “Like my ass baby?” I teased as I turned my back to him, knowing he ...has a fetish for it and hasn’t seen it for almost three weeks.Even if I say so myself, it would turn most men on as I looked in the mirror. High heels, and voluptuous arse cheeks framed by my tiny g-string did look good. He steps out of the shower and still wet, though with a roaring erection, kneels behind me, licks and kisses my ass cheeks as he. "Watching you get ass fucked is hot too," I said, the weirdest father-son bonding conversation in the history of the world."Biggest faggots ever," someone laughed."Oh God yes," I moaned, the pleasure inside me building... the pain fading almost totally by now."Oh yes, harder," Ben said, although I'm unsure whether he was saying it to Jamal or to the guy fucking him."Yes, fuck both our faggot holes," I agreed.And for a few minutes we were each pounded.We each whimpered like sluts.We each got. I simply relaxed and enjoyed Becky's wonderful mouth. Whenever Becky thought that I was asleep, she was amazingly gentle, increasing the pace when I woke up. It took a little while, but I could tell when she realized that I was awake, as she got much more aggressive.Finally, the inevitable occurred, and I gave her the breakfast treat that she expected. I still had not opened my eyes when she moved up and kissed me. I held her for a while, floating in the pleasant feelings. Unfortunately, it was. JB: Are you still there?It occurred to me that maybe I should have taken people more seriouslywhen they told me that they'd read my message and just forgotten toreply, considering I had done that to JB at least three times in ourshort conversation.JB: Did you know that it is now, officially, your birthday where I am onthe East Coast?Thankfully, this allowed me an excuse to get out of the conversation.EO: Yeah, my dad and I are about to go out for dessert. It's kind of likeI'm a death-row.