Unable to hold my orgasm any longer, I hover over my son, holding his ankles, my cock buried deep in my boy’s pussy. As I was sucking on Jay’s big... toe, trying to hold off from cumming. Starring deeply into my boy’s eyes. I quietly say to him, “Jay, God, I Love You Son”. With my urge to come had settled, so I thought. I gave my son a few more good hard thrust. Next thing, I tensed up and began grunting like a wild a****l while pumping several thick warm ropes of my sperm deep inside my son’s. But how would I find out?I pull myself up short. Okay, before I do anything silly I need to reason this out. Bill is suddenly more passionate about making love than he has been in a long time. And he calls out another woman's name as he does. So is he cheating on me with some woman named Jennifer? And what am I going to do about it?Well for sure I'm not going to go off half-cocked about this. I'm not going to run out and hire a Private investigator. I'm definitely not going to confide this in. I never thought of it as making dreams come true."Is that really how you feel about it?" I asked."Sure," he said. "Like I know you are going to do everything you can to get me and Jolene together. I guess that's our dream. I don't see how that does anything for you, though."I had to think about that. Getting Jolene and Bud in bed together had become one of my pet projects. I couldn't explain why it was important to me in any selfish terms. They had both asked for my help and I was determined. ”“Look, you seem like a nice enough guy. You probably have your share of little Kansas girls who take you up on that offer. Not me. If I wanted to hook up with someone, it would be at my hotel. Not some stranger’s house.”I’d upgraded him from a small apartment in a mediocre complex to a house. He didn’t correct me. Naturally.“Do you?”“Do I what?”“Want to hook up?”I turned to face him fully. This time he was staring into my baby blues. “Maybe.”Clemson smiled and made a twirling gesture with his.