Three things happen: my breath gets shorter, the edge of my shorts rides up my thigh uncovering the head of my penis, and my young innocent eight-year-old son becomes curious as to what I am doing and why I am breathing so hard. I kiss and lick the head of his penis, stroking his balls, tightening my eager lips around the meat that fills my mouth as my father kneels over my adoring face. XXX “But he hasn’t given you a good job yet has he?”
“No,” answers my son as I prepare myself for the task ahead of me. He continues to fuck me and kiss my neck. Unexpectedly, I feel grandpa’s hands parting my ass and a stiff intruder forcing its way into my love box.
