I unzipped his huge cock and slid down to my knees to suck him while his hand came around the back of my head urging me to take as much of his cock as... I could. Now, while I am happy to give pleasure, I also like to receive too so slipping off his clothing, I made him lie back on the bed so I could straddle him in a 69 position. Taking him in my mouth again, he pulled my panties aside and started to lick my hole, pushing his tongue inside, deeper and deeper. After a short while both he and I. Jack tossed the driver a twenty dollar bill and thanked him for getting them there on time. It was just past noon. They climbed aboard the yacht, helped along by the friendly crewman, who ushered them in to the main cabin. As Jack followed her in, he couldn’t help thinking to himself, “In just a few hours, I’ll take her to a place she’s never even dreamed of!”The main cabin was paneled in shiny, fine oak, furnished with lush green carpet and heavy leather chairs. In the middle stood a round oak. As if she was hypnotized to touch him, she reached out her hand and wrapped her fingers around his big, hard prick before stroking him. With a gentle hand to her shoulder, her son pushed her down to her knees. Wantonly and lustfully, as if this was meant to be and she was playing a character in a porn movie, she willingly opened her mouth and took him inside. * * * * * So, again, especially mother and son stories, why do I write erotica? As best as I can figure, I write erotica because I’m a. The torrid city. Long Island's lovely breeze. I remember Phil and Mary's house. The terrace, the pool. A little borrowed paradise.I love to remember lying topless under Eric's adoring eyes. Just lying there and checking out his eager gaze from behind my fashionable shades.What I'd also love to remember is how taut my body felt as I stretched out for him. How I displayed my sweetly tanned titties, the lush valley of my thighs, the golden shine of my freshly oiled skin. It ought to feel.