I should be the one taking care of you. XXX I begun to stroke myself when there was a knock at the door. “I love you mom.”
“Oh Danny, I love you too.”
“Don’t worry, mom. Slowly, I snaked my hand toward one of her breast and cupped it. Meanwhile we settled in. A gasp escaped me the moment her hand touched my dick. It felt glorious. “Nonsense. I played with one, and then the other, as I continued on with my movement. “What happens here stays here.”
“Good boy.”
I savored the foreign sensation first, feeling the warmth and wetness that enveloped me, and the contractions clamping around me. She hemmed and hawed but soon agreed. Dad flew out to Denver the day he got the news, with no clothes packed. Her tits, like most mothers her age, had begun to lose the fight against gravity, but they were still firm for the touch as I later found out.
