I was actually beginning to feel that special sensation in the base of my boyhood when I heard Mom call from downstairs that breakfast was ready. XXNX When dad let out a louder groan than my mother had been making, I decided I had better split. Still in my pajamas, I went downstairs and found Mom in the kitchen, wearing only a thin nightgown that allowed the curves of her body to show through tantalizingly. As I saw what they were doing, my little cock hardened even more than it had in bed, and I couldn’t help milking it the way my mother’s vagina was milking my father’s penis. After a few strokes I almost choked on the spewing semen that gushed from his manly cock, some of it going right down my throat and the rest running down my chin and cheeks.
