“Well, yea I guess we should make sure it’s ok and everything’s working properly. It couldn’t have been healthy for his cock to have so much s...train on it. I think I’ve read that can really be bad for men.” Holy shit. She’s going to do it. Giving into Aunt April’s influence, I felt my mom stretch her body across the bed to lay down. Her massive 38dd tits rested against my left thigh as she positioned herself closer to my cock which throbbed and pulsed in my aunt’s hand. My eyes creaked open. It went like this....It was about 3:30 in the morning, and I was woken by a nibble on my ear, and the sensation of a hard cock against my ass crack. Being sound asleep, I wasn't sure if it was a dream or real, but it was good either way.Henry whispered in my ear "Good morning, it's time for your wake up call", his throbbing 8 incher rubbing along my crack. I was laying on my front, his muscular body leaning over mine. I jiggled my ass around a little, and then lifted it up to give him easy. In the end, she'd fallen silent with frustration. It seemed hopeless.She could make no sense of it all.Marcia was reminded of a particularly difficult stretch towards the endof her marriage with Claire. Everything they said to each other seemedto spark a violent altercation. Even things said just in an attempt tomake conversation, things that had nothing to do with their doomedrelationship. Politics, the quality of the orange juice, events from thenight before, the weather...they could agree on. Mommy ensured the money stayed thereby providing for his every need; financially.I was not on Mommy’s list of things to do when one is bored. And, to be fair, Gerrard did all the running.Don’t get me wrong. The moment I saw him I knew I would fuck him.I was a relatively innocent 22-year-old. A good life, great income, free spirit, but I hadn’t been born with a silver spoon. With any spoon in fact, so, I believed, I was no pushover.This intrigued Gerrard.He sent flowers, cards, a chauffeur to.