Mujhe bhi isme majaa aane lga is tarah kai din tak jab bhi hame moka milta mai unke pair chatta.Fir ek din college se aane ke bad maine unse pair chat...ne ke liye bola to unhone bister par baithte huye kha ki pahle shoes to utar. Wo bister par baithi rahi or mai unke joote or moje nikalne ke bad maine dekha to unke pair se alag khushabu aa rahi thi jo unke pasine ki thi, (dosto kabhi kisi aurat ke pasine ko sungh ke dekhna kya nashila ahsas hota hai), mai paglo ki tarah unke pair ko chatne lga.. He pulled my head back off and then pushed me back down his giant, rock hard dick. Saliva welled up in my mouth and dripped down my cheeks as he fucked my face with his big black cock. At one point, he reached down to touch my dick, but I brushed him away, afraid that I might cum.Soon I became a sloppy mess. A whore for his big black cock. Spit dripped down my lips and cheeks as he fucked my face with his thick, hard, dick. I gagged and slurped as he used my face for his pleasure.At that. I felt his other hand on my thighs and he was slowly lifting my skirt. “Ed, No!” I said in anticipation. “Why do you always avoid me Mom?” he asked. “Because you are my son,” I told him. “And what about when you came to my room that night? I was your son at that time too,” he said and I went in flashback. He was sixteen and half when I lost my mind, and one night I went to his room. He asked me what I was doing when I slid my hands in his underwear. I told him to relax. I told him that it’s. A gay friend had once told me you hadn't lived until you'd been kissedby another man. He was right. My hand moved from his abs into hispants."Ooooh," I said, playing with his cock. "Can he come out to play?" Isaid, unzipping his pants.I pulled down his briefs, and an 8" cock sprung out. My throat got dryand tight and my pulse began racing. My mind said, "Run," but my bodywanted to stay. I started running my hand all over it, and began to goto my knees. Tom stopped me."Hold on," he said. "Let's.