I settled into my new jobs easily and the next Friday late afternoon, with a paycheck in my hand, I was greeted by the good Father Al, as he preferred... to be called. He jokingly asked that, "Since I was now a man of means, would I enjoy sharing a glass of wine and a beach walk with him to discuss my week in town and perhaps share a bit of past history?" All three ideas sounded good to me.We took his jeep down to the beach area, and I splurged for a pair of tall icy-cold Pinot Grigio wine glasses. My mouth was being alternately being fucked by two nasty bastards, seeing who could outdo the other with the depth they could reach.My tits were constantly being tortured, slapped and pinched till I feared they must be bruised black and blue. Someone spat on my face, and when I didn’t utter a complaint, others joined in. I could feel my body getting coated in sweat, cum, and face now with spit. The beer bottle was now removed from my pussy and I pushed rhythmically back against the cock that. And she could tell he was nice."I have a plan," L declared during desert, another delicious strudel. Simultaneously Marta's phone rang. She darted to it."I have a plan," said George Jr. sotto voce. He had to identify himself."Hold on a second L," said Marta. "Go ahead." We had a meeting with Steve and Joe's brother Roger and a rave organizer. Roger tracked the guy via Facebook and he agreed to meet. We sampled Roger's ... uh ... product and the organizer liked it. He liked Roger's ideas about. By now I was moaning a lot because my orgasm was so strong and my sons cock was so hard, he was grunting as he thrust into me and his hard cock felt so wonderful inside me, on top of this it was because this act was downright wrong, it was my own son randy teen son who was fucking me doggy style in the shower, this was such a naughty forbidden act, and I wanted his cum now, I didn't care how or where I just wanted it. As if on queue, he spoke up."Where do you want my cum Mummy?"He was breathing.