I told him, “Stand on bed and let me suck your cock.”I sat down, kissed his dick, and started eating it like a choc-bar. He held my hair and held ...legs tightly on my head. He was moaning due to excitement. His cock began jerking, I knew he was cumming. I wanted to taste his sperm. Then a very hot watery sperm pushed in to my mouth.He began shouting “Aaaaaaa ammaaaaa mom do it mom again aaaaa” I drank all without wasting even a drop. Than it came back to normal size. Then I told, “Son now I will. It's only a matter of time." Shit. This is a fucking nightmare." It's only just starting to sink in." Phil started to sob. "She was talking about going away to university. She was so excited."I put an arm around him, his distress distracting me from my own."I'll help in any way I can," I told him. "I can try to get back at weekends." Thanks," he sniffed. "You're a good lad."The next few days passed in a blur. David looked like a zombie when I next saw him. Phil told me that he was taking. I watched her, her face mirroring mine, thinking it was sorta existential almost. This reflection of me making love to me. She threw the covers back and begin to massage my panties, feeling my labia through them. I felt a shiver of pleasure when she touched me like that. "Ok so far?" Mmmm-hmmmm," I said."Momma, I do believe that Marcy likes it when I kiss her boobies." She laughed as she pulled my panties down to my ankles. I kicked them off as she pulled my legs openI had to protest her joke,. ‘I’ll do it,’ she said, taking the towel. Bud turned away but had got an eyeful of beautifully upturned breasts, not large, and with a glimpse noticed she was not hairy down below: he’d been expecting to see blonde curls, but she was bald. They washed their chicken salads down with sodas. ‘Fresh fruit for you – you’ve got a body to look after, and apple pie for me,’ said Bud, looking disappointed that his big chunk of pie had not travelled well, being rather flattened. But when spooning some.