I told him no way. Mike begged, saying that if he and I could work together he could get past this. He begged me to help him, he told me he had nowher...e else to go. I told him no and Mike went to his room. I laid there and drank some more wine and thought about what had just happened. My son wanted me to help him with sex. I thought about how I would help him. I would have to fuck him, alot! The more I thought about it the more it turned me on. His young cock, and my husband was gone so who. Owen then layed down no his back and pulled my head into his crotch. I took his dick, dripping with pre cum, into my mouth. It tasted salty but sweet and I slowly began to suck on him like he did tom me. Owen thrust his cock into the back of my throat as I I sucked harder and harder. He lasted a lot longer than me but was soon overcome with ecstasy. He shot into my mouth what seemed like a gallon of warm, sticky cum. I kept sucking as he twitched and shot off the last drops, moaning the whole. I mean, well, I...it's probably best if I just show you..." I stammered, and I lifted the flimsy gown that barely covered my monster cock. "Oh...oh dear...well, I seem to have spoken too soon. I see you must be a futanari. A well endowed one at that!" She added, with a sly smile. "What's your problem, Bianca? Besides fitting into underwear!"I lifted my heavy cock in my hand, and it flopped feebly in my grip. "I can't seem to get it up. No matter what I do, I can't get an erection. I've tried. Me laying down above a table with only my breasts exposed. Whenever milk was need for a dish I produced it. Whoever was milking me was getting quite good at getting a large volume to squirt out. It was very different then having a machine do it. I like this method a lot more. I guess the next dish required a lot of milk to prepare since I felt two hands one on each nipple squeezing me and I actually heard my milk forceably hit the bowl below. I think the chef was in hurry because the.