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His breathing quickened and, with a loud grunt, he thrust deep into my pussy and held it there as he began shooting his load into me. Again, it filled every millimeter of space in my cunt, and the pounding was driving me very quickly to my first orgasm. Indian sex My nipples made little bumps in the fabric, which made it obvious I was wearing nothing underneath. He needed to get home to his family, so I reluctantly stopped stroking his cock, stuffed it back into his slacks, and zipped him up. Of course I recognized the voice immediately….it was my son, Shane, apparently unexpectedly home from college. We fucked like newlyweds when he was home on weekends, and it was always great. I unzipped his fly, pulled out his monster cock, and began stroking it. Sometimes he would call and have me meet him for lunch and a blow job. How long has this been going on?”
“About 2 years.” I said, “You can’t tell your father about this, Shane! “What do you have in mind?”
“To start with”, he said, “come over here and stroke my cock while you tell me the whole story about how you and ‘Ben’ got started.”
So, I climbed the stairs to the step he was sitting on with his pants down, and his (rather impressive) cock sticking straight up