But I did hang around the food-court, if for no other reason than to dream about what I hadn't got and to imagine how those admiring women and girls w...ould laugh their heads off if they ever got a glimpse of what was under my underwear. Strangely, the thought of such utter humiliation had a pleasant effect on my body. My puny penis stirred to life and I was creaming.I am unabashedly aroused by reading stories, seeing videos and imagining myself involved in anyway with that special genre of porn,. ..He walked out into the frozen office, stepping around people in the hall. He stopped and grumbled as he came across a very fat man who was standing in the middle of the hall, looking at a cell phone. Hal, he thought the guy’s name was. He wasn’t sure. Oh well, it gave him a chance to test this…He put his hands on Hal’s hips, groaning at the squishy feeling of it, and lifted using his legs - no need to get a hernia shifting this fatass. He weighed probably about 350 pounds, by the look of. Baby showed me how to make lipstick out of a mix of Kool-Aid and Vaseline. She told me that Batuco would treat me good, but only if I made him a lot of money, and obeyed everything he said. I asked her how was I going to make money. Baby laughed hard. "Nigga, you a ho now!" she said "Batuco OWN you ass. He you Daddy now. You gots to get out on the stroll and hustle for you man."So, I was to be a whore. Baby told me that if I wanted to really make money I was going to have to get really. It filled my nose.My breasts swayed as I trembled. This was perfect. This was what I needed. I had to be fucked. I was glad that my son would ram that big dick into me and make me scream my head off in delight.I groaned as he pressed his cock against my pussy lips. He rubbed his tip up and down, the crown of his dick teasing me. My toes flexed and wiggled. Such wanton moans burst from my lips. Then his cock was sliding into me. He was penetrating my twat.Slowly.My son took his time enjoying his.