his hips and fucked him like I would a pretty girl. I don't know what made me do it, but I reached around, pushed his hand away, and grasped his hard, thin cock. He moaned as I touched him, began to jerk on him. And I knew I had to suck on his prick.

I slid out of him. He turned around, a question on his face. For an answer I pushed him onto his back and before he could say a word, I gobbled his cock. Now his hands were on my head as I sucked his delicious cock. I fingered his slippery asshole, tongued his pee slit, and groped his balls. In short, I gave him the kind of blowjob I loved. And he didn't seem to mind it, especially as he finally went over the edge and shot a load of hot cum into my mouth. He warned me, told me he was going to shoot, but I wanted to do it all, and I did. I tasted his cum, it was good, salty, male, sexy, and then I swallowed it.

I crawled up his body, he was looking at me, and I did what I had told him would not happen, I kissed him. I knew he could taste his own cum, but it didn't matter. We kissed like two horny teenagers. I moved him onto his side, and as we kissed, fondled each other, I entered him again. It didn't take me long. I broke the kiss, told him I was coming. Suddenly, he pulled away from me. For a second I was pissed, but he immediately turned around and took my cock, the cock that had just been up his ass, into his mouth. And I shot, and he swallowed every drop.

Finally, we both lay back. It had been the best sex I could remember. "Better than my mom?" Mussy said, and we both broke out in laughter! I knew that my visit this time would be spent fucking the son from now on, though I might visit Margaret at least once more before I left.