He had a key to the house, so he never needed to knock. We’ll figure something out…..but I think we have to change things up a bit.”
Still leaning against his lower torso, I said, “What do you mean? Indian sex “Well, what type of arrangement do you have in mind?” I asked. Eventually, his shaft softened and slipped out of my pussy. So, sucking on Brad’s impressive cock the previous day and swallowing a mouthful of cum had really started my juices flowing. I was in the kitchen preparing my dinner when Brad came waltzing in. I don’t know why, but I didn’t pull away from him, I just looked up at him and said, “What the hell are you doing, Brad? His cock was obviously stiffening and pressing against the fabric of his shorts, causing an impressive tent to form against the side of my face. “Uhnn….Uhnn….Aahhhhh, I’m….cumming….Oh, my God…..That’s…amazing….Uhnn…Uhnn….keep going…..Aaaahhhhh….holy shit, Brad…..keep going……Uhnn…Uhnn….. Still, I was struggling with the idea of my son massaging my tits and making sexual suggestions, even as I marveled at the sheer size of his growing shaft. After about a year, or so, he got married and, thankfully, moved only a short distance away, which meant he could stop by on occasion to help me out, which he did frequently.
