“I am?” Harry asked. He never really knew our father. Daddy had passed away in his sleep when Harry Jr. was two-and-a-half. Old age asian had caught up to him. We buried him beside Great-Grandma Rachel. I had a dream that night that they were making love blowjob in a field of wildflowers. I liked to think they were there still, watching over us. “Yes, you are,” I said, nuzzling into my son's cheek and kissing him. “Mmm, you're just as japanese sexy as him. You make me just as wet.” With a bold hand, he shoved it between my thighs and rubbed me. I shuddered at the masculine touch. His fingers were rough and strong, sliding up and down my wet folds. I whimpered, my pussy clenching. “Mmm, he's still hard,” Mommy said. “No pill needed. teen That's youth for you, huh?” I giggled. “He's eager, Mom. Ooh, he's rubbing hard. He wants to slip in me.” “I do!” Harry groaned then thrust a pair of fingers into my twat. I gasped, squeezing down on him. “So bad. I want to make love to you, Mom.” “And I want you to make a baby in me,” I moaned as he thrust his fingers in and out of me. “A sister. You have to carry on the family tradition. Your own daughter to breed and love and marry. Just like your father.” Harry Jr. beamed at me then kissed me with his hungry mouth. I closed my eyes and shuddered in delight. It was time to make my son into a man. To be continued... Part 2 Almost a year had gone by since the first time mom let me fuck her, I had graduated from a vocational high school and my part time job in a cabinet shop had turned into full time. The money was good, and the best cumshot part was I usually only had to put in a 5 day work week. On Friday Mom would always wanted me to take charge and treat her like a slut i had picked up. I would usually call her just before I left work and tell her what to be wearing when I came home. I was approaching my 19th birthday when on this Friday I called her and she said she had a new outfit, that she wanted to wear for me. Little did I know what a great outfit it was. It was only when she got to the door and went to open it that she realized where her hand was, and then only because it blowjob was the hand she tried to use to open the door. “Really?” Rebecca asked sleepily, squinting through her unruly tangle of auburn curls. I didn't find that many at the convent I visited a month-and-a-half ago. I woke Becca up as I got up and she said “good morning”. There was enough room for her bag asian and it went in between her and the emergency trunk release pull tab. I massaged her tits and japanese her stomach, brushing her bush. No teen problem if I got her pregnant again, either. This was cumshot the best I have ever had with a woman. She smelled radiant, this sweet, flowery perfume. He appears to be a no-nonsense type of man.