One of the strippers was putting on a show, she grabbed me and my buddy pushed me forward. Next thing I know she is sitting on my face, so I obliged ...and my tongue went to work. When I sucked on her little pink clit she pulled off and with a grin she said it's always the quiet ones, I knew I had gotten her. Felt pretty good, knowing I pleased her.At the end of the night I knew there was no way I could drive. My buddy suggested a crash at his place. He said I could crash in his neices. " Right in front of her son?" I asked, shocked, still holding her wrist but lowering my head that I might touch her nipple with the tip of my tongue."Of course. Oh, shit... I don't know. How old's her son anyway?" And then, "Do that again, Billy!" Say 'please.' He's, oh... fifteen, sixteen. Old enough to by horny. Do what again?" Lick my nipple. PLEASE. Lick my nipple, please." And then, remembering the story, she asked, puzzled, "Horny? What kinda story is this, anyway? A mother and a son? And. "Mmmm, my God Son, fuck me. Fuck your mother." she purred."Your pussy feels so good Mom, I want to enjoy every inch of your walls around my cock." Mmmm, I understand Son, but I want to feel your body thrust against mine, and fill my pussy with your cum. Fuck your mother Son, fuck her like you've never fucked anyone else."Tyler realized that he loved it when his mother talked dirty to him. He thrust harder and faster, the sound of their bodies colliding echoed off of the walls joined in with his. Iberian remembered the last copulation with Barbella, their wild, lunar cycle of pure overindulgence. A full 27 days of hunting, feeding, fucking and playing together. When they mated, they would forgo the act of sleep. They dined on the flesh of the Prey, from child to old they gorged themselves. After the meals, they would congress for hours upon hours, until they cuddled as the sun rose and the cycle began once more.He thought of the offspring, reaching out he found him, feeding on some.