While father and son stared at each other as if mesmerised, Clara leaned forward, almost absent-mindedly, and licked Tom's truncheon clean, making it ...bound in his hand, while his father watched a slow smile cross her face.'Hi, Dad, ' said Tom.Robert interpreted Clara's expression correctly, and crossed the floor towards her.'Hello, son, ' he said, nodding his head briefly to his offspring, whom he noticed was a chip off the old block in more ways than one. 'Who might you be?' he asked. “Sure, as long as I’m not compelled to answer it!”, Jim told her as he tried in vain to lighten the conversation a bit. She definitely had something in mind, but he had no idea what it was. Still, he knew deep inside him that it would be tough, if not impossible, to refuse her an answer.“Okay, here goes. But I’m expecting an answer!”, Anita insisted, then softened her voice as she added, “This has to do with sex, and love, and all that stuff. You still game to open the subject?”.Jim took a deep. I had a dream that started weird. I was watching from the door, as he had sex with my mom. She was chained to the bed, had leather straps holding her wrists together, and tied to the headboard of the bed. He was between her legs, fucking her roughly, making the whole bed rock back and forth, and she was screaming loudly. I could hear pain in her voice, like it was hurting, but at the same time I could sense the urgency on her groans… She was feeling pleasure. Lots of it. Then, I felt myself. I can't tell if I'm moaning involuntarily or because I want to be this bent over slut in the shower and I want to be good at it. God I wish this was a big black cock pumping inside me. I need more than this plug. For now I show it back inside. Then I reach out of the shower and grab my bigger dildo. I bring it straight to my mouth and slurp around the head of the cock. I pull out my plug and lube my dildo up with some conditioner. I rub the head around my cherry hole and start to press it in..