My face was only inches from my son’s penis.A hand pushed the back of my head; Ben’s penis was forced against my face. I tried to pull back but th...e hand would not let me.It was only a moment or so, but why didn’t Ben try to move? Too scared?As I stood back up…for some reason my eyes fixated on Ben’s penis that just a second ago was pinned from my jaw to my forehead. His penis was no longer a penis of a child…and the hardness of it still a lingering memory of the skin on my face.The bastard let. I was loving it. I would have also said it was finger licking good, had I touched my mom’s wet panties.My mind was filled with images of my mother in her uncovered state. My mind was filled with images of my mother in compromising scenarios. All I could think about was what my dad would have been doing to her. All I could do was wish that it was me doing the same to her.I wished I was my dad. I wished I was my mother’s husband. I wished I was the one my mother wanted. I wished I was the man who. Once our parents were ready they suggested that Malcolm and I catch up with them at the clubhouse as we were all running a little late and they wanted to get a table. I jumped into the shower just as they left, and washed as quickly as possible knowing that Malcolm was still in his room dressing, or being naked as I hoped.I dried in my room and found out the stockings that Malcolm had given me the day before. Rolling them up my leg, thinking of what I hoped was going to be a repeat of the night. ” As AJ released my feet, I held them up myself. He quickly unbuttoned his shirt, slid his tie off and when he was down to his black underwear, I noticed the front was covered in slimy white precum as they landed on top of the clothing pile. His cock was so hard and leaking profusely. It jetted up like a snake trying to look at the ceiling. After he sat down in the chair, I scooted forward to the edge of the table. I wrapped both feet around his sticky hard-on, trapping it inside my compressed.