”“It feels incredible, mum. I can’t tell you…”When I stopped talking my mother sandwiched my face with her palms. “We’ve gone and done i...t, Aidan,” she breathed, wonder in her expression. “I mean, we’re here, in my bed. It’s you, really you. My beautiful son.”I felt her body clench around my girth, the sensation prompting a groan. When I felt it I ducked in to kiss her mouth, hot with desire. Then, when the kiss broke and my mother let loose with an ebullient laugh, her pussy squeezing my cock. .. it only dribbles out now, because of the hormones." Well, just make sure we have enough warning to catch the dribble." I said."Yes, sir," he answered in his best submissive voice."We're ready to start," I said. "Son," I said to the 16-year-old, "Lie down at the foot of the bed, crosswise, with your dick up in the air. And mom," I said to his mother, "climb on top and start riding that dick. Do this for about five minutes and while you're doing it I want your son to play with your nipples.. Just plop, and there it was on the doormat. No warnings, no by your leave, no anything, just plop.He had read it over his toast and corn flakes, and only the paper held in front of his face had disguised the fact he had almost choked." What was the letter dear? " asked Annie, his wife, innocently. He answered casually, but truthfully, " Just an invitation." Oh aye, to what?" The annual insurance salesman of the year awards. It's a company thing,” The lie skipped so easily, unexpectedly and. I figured he was trying to stay off the streets and out of sight. He kept eyeing me after the Madres left, and I started to worry when one of the dudes got done and left.ᴉAhorrado! In walked a Norse god with his laundry! Even better, I knew I had seen him at Mass – even if he had never seen me. He had to be at least two hundred pounds of muscle and six feet tall. Mi Dios! He was a cutie! I wouldn’t kick him out of bed for eating crackers! I felt myself flushing and squirmed a bit. I tried to go.