”“When can I get out to see my daughter?”“I need to do a few tests to see how much you have recovered. You may need to be in a wheelchair for ...a bit and a body brace, then a walker. If all of the tests go as I hope they will, you should be out of here in a week.”“Where was she buried?” I looked at my beautiful, bald Lynn.“Paul, we couldn’t let her go. We buried her in the back yard under that tree she loved so much. We buried her naked.”I completely came apart when I heard that. My little girl. "I didn't know what you meant" she said in a shy voice. The whole thing was a bit overwhelming for her, but it wasn't bad."Oh, sorry" Zach said embarrassed. "Did dad not…?" he tried to ask."No" Presley answered also embarrassed and shook her head. "I mean, we did do that" she said and blushed "but he didn't…um…finish when we did it." Mm, yeah, so, you should probably know that when you're doing this with a guy, and he says he's about to…cum" Zach started saying nervously. "If you don't want him. I licked my lips, so ready to pounce on him. A cougar-mommy lusting to feast upon her sexy son. My pussy clenched, the heat bubbling through me.He groaned.I threw open the door.“Mom!” he gasped, struggling to thrust his cock back into his flannel bottoms. But that big schlong wasn't cooperating. His naked chest—he had pulled off the wife beater—rose and fell in his panic.“Mmm, you don't have to do that,” I cooed, sauntering to him. My big breasts swayed beneath the fabric, my nipples poking at. None of those little cocks gave her the same feeling as when she sucked her father's thick man sized prick.When she met her husband to be Jason, she refused to let him stick his cock in her pussy no matter how much he begged. She was happy to stroke him with her hand while he masturbated her with his deft fingers. She also enjoyed giving him head. Jason didn't have a big cock but it was above average. It was a healthy six inches long, a little thinner than her dad's cock but a good mouthful.Of.