His eyes quickly took in the scene, in the hall doorway and he beckoned the police woman to him, he at least looked sensible, and so far she had done ...little in this situation so she followed him to the kitchen where he put on a kettle while asking what was going on. She first checked who he was, then having established he was her only son she as gently as she could explained the circumstances of his father`s death, apologised for mothers hysterical state, and suggested he call in an aunt or. He tapped and whispered “open the door” well I had wanted to experience man sex so I thought here goes.I unbolted my door and he gently pushed it open…. The man was late 50s or early 60s, slim with short greasy hair and glasses, he looked like a bank worker or accountant in a tweed suit “oh fuck… very nice” he said, then he reached out and touched my cock, god it felt good….. “what do you like he said?” I didn’t know what to say so I started stroking his cock…. Then I thought well I want to. I want you take every fuckin’ inch in. Trust me, EVERY FUCKIN’ INCH IS GOING IN THAT PUSSY.’ he yelled. My ass twitched from hearing him say that. I wanted to cry, this guy was going to kill me, and I never thought in a million years that this is how I would die. I still had to say goodbye to my f****y… I love you so much!!! With his other hand he reached out ripped my underwear off exposing me. ‘Look at that little clit!’ he laughed referring to my seven inch dick which I never thought was. Chapter 3For my parents sex was liberation, an instrument to stay happy , and something which was not supposed to remain inside four walls as shame. As both practiced nudism from a very long time there was nothing secret about our bodies left. Now with our friends too joining the bandwagon it was going to be more of fun.By now we all six friends have already tasted mom to some extent but my friends especially have never seen her in action and romance with dad. Our house used to be filled with.