I wouldn’t ask anyone but you.”“Sure,” I said at last. “It sounds like fun. Besides, I wouldn’t want those Lear guys to take advantage of ...you.”“Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you! I’ll make it worth your while. I promise.”“Just give me a goodnight kiss,” I said, ever the gentleman.“With tongue, or without?”I laughed. “With, of course.”“You got it!”We talked about details for a few minutes. I tried not to gape when I realized how much her father was spending on her. Not only was he paying for. "Why?" I asked. I mean a girl telling you that you turn her on is onething, but a girl telling you it's because you look like a girl isanother."Best of both worlds I suppose!" Rose said."What?" I asked sure of what she said but again not sure of what shemeant."Look, you're most likely going to want to jump out of here when I saywhat I'm going to say so if the urge hits you just say so and I'll pullover. Deal?" Rose said."OK.........." I said drawing that "k" out in a cautious voice."Anyway, I. I had met Gary several times, and he was always nice to me. He started at a bottom in gay porn before moving to straight. He was gentle, kind, always did things like brush my hair out of my eyes as I blew him erect. And before I knew it I found myself telling him about Bobby in the parking lot next to a Dairy Queen. He held me in his arms as I started to cry.“Hell Holly, you need to get the fuck away from her. I’ve done DS stuff in the past, she sounds like bad news. I like a little kink. I know what a wonderfully large cock he has. You see, darling, you're not the only mother who fucks her own son."Henry raised his hips, grimacing as he slid his enormous cock out of Patty's stretched, tender asshole with a lurid plopping sound. Then he stood in front of his mother, looking at her expectantly. Patty watched, almost unable to believe her eyes as Margaret dropped to her knees, facing Henry's gigantic prick. The lad's massive, twitching hard-on was soiled and sticky from fucking.